Mozart's Symphony

I was sitting in my balcony when it started raining.

It began drizzling; gentle drops of water splashed on my face and soaked my hair wet as I sat with my favorite book on my lap, and my daily dose of caffeine by the side.

The light pitter-patter of raindrops soon turned into a heavy downpour and drenched everything in sight.

Water globules as big as the size of my palm created a blanket of water and made it difficult to look beyond.

Everything looked hazy and out of focus, just the way I felt when I took off my glasses.

I returned to my book as there was nothing more to do.

Some time passed before I looked up and saw that it had stopped raining.

Just as suddenly as it had started pouring.

Everything was quiet and surreal.

My mind started wandering, like it always did.

It reminded me of our love, which was there one minute, and gone the next.

I could see your feelings drift like the clouds that were slowly moving past my window,

They looked forlorn, as if mourning the loss of a loved one.

They seemed to whisper to me,

I strained my ears as I could barely make out the words.

"Sometimes, a loss is deeper than a person walking away from your life,

Greater than the days you can't spend together or memories you can no longer hold on to," it said. "Sometimes, you lose a lover and a best friend all at once.

Sometimes, no reason is also a reason.

And there's nothing you can do about it."

The whispering stopped, I could see the clouds thinning out and disappearing from the sky.

I turned to my book, disoriented by the internal monologue playing at the back of my head like Mozart's symphony.

I found myself stuck on a paragraph in Murakami's, Kafka on the Shore.

It was a description of the old man Nakata trying to find his cat while it was raining.