The Sound of Rain

The Sound of Rain

2 mins
9.3K


As the heavy droplets hit the dried leaves, they made a nostalgic music. A subtle and continuous one. It had rained after a long time, the whole night till morning. Arun’s mornings are usually active but the breezy weather and the chirping music had managed to keep him in bed. Power cuts are usually common here but the air hit his face gently and kept him unaware.


The bell rang! Twice. But no answer.


Its maid hour but deep asleep Arun could not acknowledge. A perfect and cozy morning. Its 8 AM.


He passed that road daily while going to work. To be precise he passed it twice a day and knew about how crowded it would be, in the rush hours. But in this rain, every moment seemed endless as nothing moved. The signal turned red and he saw an old friend crossing the road fanatically and trying to escape all the rain he could.


‘’Mohan! Join me. I am going your way…. come on in…!”


The young man turned around and smiled at Arun. Here it was! An old friend, plenty of memories – of college bunks, job interviews, married life and bachelor days…all this and the rush hour seemed to be fleeting away…


“So how long you are here and how is it that we did not meet!!!” asked Arun after the memories ended.


“Two years and you?” came the reply.


Bang! Bang, Bang! It sounded.


The last Arun could remember was his shutting eyes and an ailing Mohan, Visibly fractured, visibly blood-shed and visibly dead. As the crowd gathered around Mohan and the loudness of ambulance siren broke in, Arun closed his eyes and rested on the steering waiting for the crowd to take over.


The alarm rang like a siren… sharp and never ending. Arun woke up. Aghast!! Short of breath and sweating all around. It was a dream. A horrible one but seemed so close to reality. It was still raining heavily outside and he had already been late for work. Feeling so restless and numb, he got ready but put the car keys back as he did not wished to drive anymore.


He locked the doors and walked towards the road; the junction was as usual jam-packed but looked motionless with the rain all over and people struggling to make way. Arun could by now compose himself, made a few phone calls and waited for the cab. The traffic signal had remained red for quite long now.


‘Arun! Join me. I am going your way…. come on in…!” Came a familiar voice from behind, an old friend.


Rate this content
Log in

More english story from priyanka yadav

Similar english story from Thriller