Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.” – Bob Marley
Chill exams make me wracked . Exam scripts remain empty, but eyes remain full of steam. Such happens every time. If I could start a new start! I know, that will never happen. So I promise to study hard from the next term but…. it also never happens!
Finally one day exams become over. I sigh, and start my way to home. Rain starts as I start my way.
It seems rain will wash away all my sorrows. Water splashes in every step. I step on the mud and logging water again and again. The rain water makes my sight blur. The city looks strange in that view. I don’t try to wipe my face, I want to have that.
I can recall my past then. It takes me at my childhood when I was young, innocent and full of life. Holding the grill, I saw the clouds had been crying, sometimes blubbering, sometimes silently. And I also would cry, randomly asking myself, why was I not allowed to have a rain shower, while others were running over a football and endlessly kicking it. These memories quickly fade when I lift my feet from the mud and the rain washes it away. Again I step on the mud, and another memory crash into my mind. Again and again, I do so, just to get the random memories.
However, today no one prohibits me to get wet in the rain, and as a result, I walk alongside the footpath. Rain water is everywhere, covering the roads, the cars, and me. Cars & rickshaws run past me, leaving me behind on the track, alone. Continue reading “How Does Rain Come In My Life”