Story - When It Rains...
When It Rains...
It was raining the first time I saw you.
It was inevitable. Me, a guy whose head is always in flight, with a potential for constant distraction and you, well, what can I say about you? It's not that I don't want to say, but I don't know where I should start from. Will the words be good enough?
I think back to that day sometimes. I had to look in your direction. I couldn't help it. It's difficult to not look out of the window sometimes, to get some refreshment. I'm glad the class was so boring that day. Sometimes things happen like that. Unexpectedly.
It was raining. You were there. I liked the fact that you didn't have an umbrella. People are too worried these days. Too afraid of the rain. They can't see the joy of it. You could. Sometimes, silence means a lot more than words. I remember you smiling in the rain at me. How can I put that into words? Pure Perfection. I still think about you when it rains...
All around you there were people. Everybody had an umbrella. Everybody was rushing. Trying to find a shelter. I liked the fact that you didn't give a damn. Enjoyment was on your face. The excitement was visible. The joy on your face was excellent. I didn't need a camera. It's there in my mind. Like a movie, playing over and over again and I loved it. There are moments like this in life, when you realize, that the only thing that matters in life are moments like these. Were you walking or were you dancing? Or was I dreaming? Logic betrays me here. I felt that, perhaps, you were an embodiment of the rain itself.
Like you were a part of the rain. Like you were melting into the rain.
Like you were going home. Like this is where you were meant to be.
Sometimes, I put my hand out of the window to touch the rain.
And then I feel it. Then, I feel you.
There's no going back after that...
Special Notes
This was written with the mindset of a very young boy. So expect only that level of sophistication. Possibly, my first story. It is not a normal story, in the sense that it doesn't have a plot, but rather it has a sense of movement, a situation, a feeling. It's trying to capture only that feeling which you get when you see something uniquely beautiful. So it doesn't have a beginning or a middle or an ending. What it does have is an immediacy of feeling and that's all that it is. Thank you for reading.
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