What rains turn me into?

What the rain turn me into?

Do you know what I think of rain? I think of you whenever I think of rain , the deepest curve of sudden imaginary tales that deep dive me in capturing the visions of you and me kissing there in the rain.The ambitions of euphoria and ecstasy comes to breathe the fables of dichotomy when I stand in the droplets of cloud fall on my body .it makes my wet on the outside but it makes my emotions flow from inside.the relief , the relaxation, the recognition and the realm of you comes in my mind when I die of disparity alone in the lonely feeling of you and me , makes me feel that life is barren without you. The flowers relinquish , some in turmoil, some in trauma, some in treason and some in tryst of destinies and fortunes of you and me.

who know ?who they can become when the rain comes?do you feel the real enigma when the weather weeps?or you feel the subtle stature of fatality when the climate cries?do you demise once when the water pours or you expire exponentially everytime when the droplets dies on your dilemmas of future and yours bewilderment of Bethlehem  . Who do you turn to become?do you choose to remain yourself like another summer old day or you turn out to turn yourself in a winter-spring daylight of chorus when the sparrow sparkles and the crow caress? But do you know what happens to me when the rain hits my head? 

I turn out to become you as I am your part but a partial one and then I turn out to become your holistic healing in the days of monsoon yearning , longevity and satire that sit together where one reads a book, one chatters about the lazy rainy day and the other look into the eyes of his lover by becoming his lover himself while closing his eyes and his conscious mind. Here I behold that ingenuity falls with ignition in all three but with the other two it falls with cheers and claps and on the third it falls with peace and pacifism of periodical intervals every year.

Leeza Sharma