Anas, a fellow blogger wrote this beautiful piece Of reflections, shards and broken hearts ! I had this piece written months ago, I am publishing it to compliment his write up.
Half way to the home , the pregnant clouds finally gave a loud cackle and water began to pour down drop by drop. It’s nighttime around 11:30. The long empty roads leading his way home now looked maddeningly exotic. He speeded up the car and had himself inside the safe shelter within few minutes as if someone awaited him at home.
But no one.
An hour or so, He went to bed after watching the show of a few crystal drops dancing on the lawn..
Body tired of all day’s fatigue yearned for comfort but something in his heart started to lure him out in the dark pitch. He got out of bed and slipped out of the room.
Rain is a such a monster , a demon of memories and a haunting pleasure. It begins to inject you with random thoughts. There are thousands of things you feel like doing when it’s raining. Thousands of places you travel to in your mind, thousands of smiles you pass just thinking of something maybe a time gone by. And the madness keeps growing louder with each thundering sound the skies make, you want to stay there with the rain despite of the chill you are feeling on your cold n’ bare feet.
It often rains in his dreams. And It has been told rain is a blessing. When it pours down, we should pray as much as possible.
He raised his hands and whispered the supplication but the sounds of the rain are so alluring and beautiful on the ears that soon he began to loose focus and wished to do nothing more, but just sit there on the porch, watch the night go by , watch his toes turning purple, maybe imagine someone on the other side and just consume the beautiful sounds of the rain that spoke thousands beautiful things.
Maybe get wet, maybe open his mouth and sip in few drops. Maybe make paper boats , maybe sleep right there for a change or maybe ……
Tonight, he thinks of Her & no one else..with purest of heart ever.