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The rain had come down to see me today, as I was taking a stroll down the memory lane. I was dragging a heavy trunk along, slowly, tired and somewhat agitated. That is when I had felt her presence. I was taken by surprise, ambushed I would say. Cold like my thoughts, she had wrapped me in her embrace. I tried to run to find shelter, run away from her, hide, but there was nowhere to go. The trunk I was carrying, it was impossible to abandon. I just could not do it.
I pleaded before her to let go of me, to leave me alone; to let me pass. But she had held me firmly, despite my resistance. I looked at the trunk, it was soaked. It was melting away. I broke down, It was too much to bear. I think I cried, but rain, she kept wiping my tears off. I begged her, “Please!! Please let me go!! Spare me!!” But the more I pleaded, the stronger her arms wrapped around me. I looked at the trunk again, it had melted entirely.
That is when a sudden warmth rushed through my body. The memories, they had washed away, trickled down like beads of little pearls from a broken necklace. There was no trunk to drag along anymore. I was free.
I stood there standing with my arms wide open, looking at the sky, thanking the heavens for sending her down; Rain.
There was a pleasant shower where I live, today evening and due to that I could not leave office. What is written here was a reply to a question my friend had asked me then, “How does the rain feel?”
I think I might have over-done it a little bit 🙂