La LLuvia (The Rain) Flash Fiction.

Rain Drops


Rain drops

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She came … suddenly, lightly tap-dancing on my window, like Fred Astaire. Simona and I lay curled up in the zenith of post-coital bliss, the rain hugging, stroking and caressing our now fulfilled emotions, with the sweet gentleness of our hearts … beating … blending into the vastness of harmonious union.

On this cool autumnal evening, the verdant hue of the crimson leaves, floating past our bedroom windows, danced with the zephyrs, carrying the breath-taking purity of snow-flakes, on a winter’s morn.

Body to body we hugged, a once searing heat between our images now dissipating, as we cooled off, looking into each other’s eyes. Her smile was monalistic; her eyes a gorgeous sapphire blue.

How we loved the rain! Somehow She seemed to bring out the best in us. Her soft, steadily increasing drops falling upon our rooftops; Her soothing serene sound like kisses from heaven.

Celestial Lovers


Autumnal leaves


These were our golden moments! Soothing, comforting … away from work; the children …all chores completed. The body, mind, heart and Soul remained free, uninhibited … as we soared to a pinnacle of Delight. Outside the trees swayed and glistened, as they were accustomed to, the wet shiny leaves portraying a vibrant energy, healing for the magic of lovers entwined, taking the art of loving creativity, to yet another level.

Not so long ago, the monsoon season came and went; there was a torrential downpour and some rather howling tornadoes of the night. What a contrast, this night! As usual, Simona came from far away to visit me. Outside the puddles must have been 12 inches thick; the road wet in silent greeting; the plants replenishing their life-force. But inside … the imprint and the lingering wafts of Simona’s silhouette as she left, still hugged my frame and I knew the joy of love.

Too late, as once again she moved from the plane of my memory, and into yet another realm. I opened my eyes to a charming and sublime fragrance, lingering on the pillows; the silken curtains of my windows. I heard a silent, almost inaudible sound. I peeped through my windows and the rain was falling… sweetly.

I would wait, as she would come again, to open the gateways of our celestial bliss … next autumn… and the rain-drops would tap-dance on our windows … one more time. –Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. Copyrighted, 9th September, 2016


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Frank Atanacio 5 months ago from Shelton

love the story line my friend.. awesome :)..

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Hey Frank. Thank you so much!!

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always exploring 5 months ago from Southern Illinois

Wow, This read like a beautiful love scene between two people who were lost in passion while the raindrops danced on the windowpane. Awesome indeed!!!!!

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Ericdierker 5 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

Of course I could hear the rain in the words, but I could also smell it. The rhythm of nature as teardrops carry a wonderful beat and the beat to our heart. Very nice.

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Gina Welds-Hulse 5 months ago from Rockledge, Florida

I love the vivid imagery. So passionate! Beautiful words, and exquisite artwork.

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shprd74 5 months ago from Bangalore

A new kind of writing, enjoyed it thoroughly. Poetic monologue. Excellent bro.

- hari

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Ruby, you may be right... ha ha. Thank you so much!!

Eric, I thank you, Bro. Very sweet of you and great imagination. Thank you.

Gina, ha ha, Thank you. You like the artwork? Cool!

Hari, not new, no, but yes, I have not done this for a while. Much Love.

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Surabhi Kaura 5 months ago

Ah! Exquisite! Loved this short poem. Great use of words and imagery. The ending was speechless. Carry on, Acharaya :)

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

This is a Flash Fiction story, Surabhi. I can turn it into a poem and my style of words suggests this, but right now it's just a cute story with some love attached to it. Hope you are well. Stay blessed.

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Jodah 5 months ago from Queensland Australia

Wonderfully descriptive imagery, Manatita. A poetic short story. As Surabhi said, wonderful ending.

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AliciaC 5 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

This is a lovely story with a great ending. I love the way in which you have once again used beautiful imagery, even though this is a story instead of a poem.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Thank you, Jodah. Appreciated.

Alicia C,

Yes, I like to 'stretch' them. I made this one shorter. I wanted to say only so much and keep the sweetness and Love. It is a Flash Fiction story, but I use words in a particulary 'weavy' way. The 'lover' in bed is a 'visitation' that goes away, but will return again with the Autumn rain. That's me. Ha ha.

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Venkatachari M 5 months ago from Hyderabad, India

A beautiful scene created. Your words are magical and enchanting.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Thank you so much, my Friend. See you soon.

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bravewarrior 5 months ago from Central Florida

I love a gentle rain. It's very soothing and leaves a wonderful fragrance in the air. Your flash fiction depicts that feeling beautifully.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Yes, I like it. I'll do an Ode soon. Thanks Shauna. Higher thoughts.

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shanmarie 5 months ago from Texas

Lovely images in my mind were created with this tale, manatita. Kind of wistful and sad, though, that she only comes once in a while.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Ha ha. You want to take her place? Sorry shanmarie, I like to laugh. Hope I'm not upsetting you. Actually, she had to go. Increased the longing (chuckle) Much Love.

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shanmarie 5 months ago from Texas

Hahaha. Not upsetting me. I can take a joke. Although a comment like that might upset my husband. Besides, what kind of lover would you be if you replace women so easily? LOL. Hang on to your longing for this woman who comes and goes with the rain.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Yes, yes, I'll do that. I get the best of both worlds, as when she goes, I awake from the dream and all is well. No heartaches. Suits me. (Chuckle)

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BlossomSB 5 months ago from Victoria, Australia

Lovely! I've just returned home from a walk in gentle rain and I fell asleep last night hearing it on the roof. Other places are not so fortunate; we are a country of drought and floods and places that have been in drought are now having to contend with too much rain.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

A mixed up climate all right. Tomorrow and Wednesday, are meant to be the hottest Autumn for a great many years. So many tress are very green.

Rooftop is a great one, it encourages or induces sleep and lovers. (Chuckle) Thank you so much!

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