It's Raining Again

It’s raining yet again today, and with each drop, it is asking me your whereabouts, of your existence by my side and how you promised to accompany me in every rain. The rain is now asking me about the truth of those promises you made. It is now asking me why you aren’t here with me like you did in the last monsoon.

Whenever a drop touches me, it makes me feel like you are somewhere present around me. Some agony hidden behind those dark clouds, now teasing me with its droplets and quickly runs away, like those kids in the meadows, drenched in rain who tease each other while playing hide and seek.

Its melodious sound is reminding me of your addictive and magical voice, without which my days feel incomplete now. I yearn, I cry to hear my name in that voice, to hear your confession about loving me once again.

With its each droplet, I am going back into that memory lane where we spent one of the most happiest time of our lives together. Those lovely walks holding each other's hand in that drizzling shower of rain, and that peaceful silence complemented by the sound of rain.

Today it's still the same but the only difference is you aren't here to hold my hands, to cherish this rain, to walk by my side, to tease me with that rainwater, to kiss the droplets falling on my face, to dance again crazily, but why?

Why did you leave?

Was it necessary for you to leave me alone in the middle of the storms where I have even lost myself with your absence?

Was it necessary for you to walk out of my life even after knowing the fact that I won't be able to smile without you?

Yes, I love rains but I hate the memories that accompany it. Yes, I love you, but I hate the pain that you gave me for lifetime. You left me, all alone in this world. I know that you are sitting somewhere behind those clouds smiling, watching me cry, here with this rain, remembering those old happy moments of ours, walking alone silently with tears that look like a part of this rain, and continuously wishing to meet you soon, not in this world but maybe somewhere beyond this materialistic world.

You are enjoying, right?

That yes, there is an idiot who cries every night in my memories. And now, to increase my pain you are teasing me with these droplets. But you know what I hate you, I hate you a lot.

But still can you come back, for one last time, to have just one last walk in this rain, to relieve all those moments and to answer this rain that you are still mine, you are still with me. Can you just come back to me yet again? And make me feel like you were never gone. Can you just come back again? And make me feel like it’s an eternal existence. Can you now just come back? And, maybe, maybe take me along, where I can be with you and enjoy every rain thereafter.