The Next Following Drops Yet To Fall
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Well, it’s time to revisit the reminiscences and sprinkle the fondness which I have always loved during my childhood. The feel of getting drenched in the pouring drops has always fascinated me and it fascinated me to the extent of nourishing the fascination of my young days and present. The rainy weather stood to be the most quixotic of all feelings that stood evident, but then with the passing phase of life, it has brought the calmness and the rest of the mind. I certainly not consider the pouring dew as unwavering of getting relieved from the warmth but always an inspiration to embellish my being with the rudiments around.
Holding the breeze, my heart spoke of the blessed bliss; I looked above and down it ran to quench the thirst I seek.
Alas, it didn't rain today. The moving clouds bid farewell with a glimpse of the shower on me but the feeling of seeing the fall is almost the same. Nothing changed but instantly the cold breeze brought the feel of relishing the drops is seen far and farther my eyes went, I only witness the blue sky heavy with the drops that were eager to merge in the victory.
Its half past six and I as usual looked for a place to rest down and add some of my random thoughts to my outlook. My fingers were ready to move and kept a desire to bring something new in the talks that I had with myself. As usual my beloved gets busy with his work affairs and certainly gave me the space to watch these beautiful shimmering evenings which came to rest but then has not allowed the dimness. Down there the tongue-tied of kids got louder and someone loud with the name “Alia” gets among the troop.
Relentless of the activities happening around me, my mind still awaits for the drops, and sitting in my own planetary chair I looked up to get a glimpse of one single drop if existed. Aha, it might rain in some time but as of now it didn't and the wait is just a wait for me. It’s getting darker and the dusk is willing to rest in all its charm to the lonely wait of darkness.