Red Coloured Water

I’m like the first showers of rain that offer a chilly escape from the scorching earth. Just when you feel like it’s all getting too much, I’ll pour down upon you and flood every vein in your body with rose-coloured water.

I’ll offer life to every withered flower in your soul, and make a puddle out of every hollow in your heart. I’ll drench you in my love and make you want to dance in it. I’ll lull you into a peaceful sleep and have you dream of the rainbows that are to follow. But you’ve always known that the showers don’t last forever and that I’m not one to stay either.

And so one day when you wake up, you’ll see that the sun is out and that my traces are nowhere to be found. You’ll feel the heat seeping back into your bones; your throat parched. You’ll see the rose coloured water receding, and the flowers shrivelling. You’ll see the puddles drying up, and the rainbows fading.

You’ll try to stop it all; you’ll try to turn back time. You’ll scream out my name, and beg me to save your soul once again; but my silence will teach you that there is nothing much you can say or do, besides sitting by your window and waiting for the next monsoon.