Rain of Thoughts
“Arrgh....it’s raining again! Always when am leaving work!” signed Siana.
She clocked out under the pleuvisaud on her office roof. She donned her coat and slipped a raincoat over it. She put on a hat, wore her mittens and armed herself with her long umbrella.
“Siana going out in the rain always seems like she is wearing gears to go on a mission.” chuckled her colleague Alia.
“I don’t like rain!” Siana replied curtly and left her office.
She carefully avoided the puddles and held her umbrella tightly under her crossed arms till she reached home. She took out her coats and placed her umbrella to dry on the porch. She whipped up a cup of coffee and sat near her window, watching the droplets of rain doting the window pane one by one...and slowly they merged with each other to form bigger droplets and rolled off the pane. Much like she was on the verge of rolling off her sanity- after being weighed down by self-doubt. Once a pluviophile... the tides of fates had led her to hate rainfall.
It was on a rainy day like this, she was snuggled up in her couch reading when her mobile pinged with a message from Ajay. Their love for books that kept the chat going on for longer than it usually would. From their love for novels bloomed a love for each other. Finally someone had broken through the cocoon of introvert Siana. They soon got married in to start a new chapter together in the ‘sawan’ season. Sadly, by the time the next Monsoon season came, the newfound love had been washed away leaving a bleak flighty relationship. When the deluge of toxic blame games became unbearable, they parted ways to weather their own fate. The Moonsoon which has watered their budding relationship had now turned into acid rain.
Rainy season always brought along these thorny memories of her divorce.
Plok- plok-plok the rain landed on the puddles, breaking Siana out of her nostalgia. She watched how each drop created circular ripples in the water. She remembered her childhood days when she would make paper boats along with her cousins and set them to float in these muddy puddles. Ah childhood, the period of dripping with innocence.
Katang kutung, a gust of wind had blown her umbrella from the porch to the front gate. The frail umbrella now hung at an odd angle between the metal bars of the gate, swinging in a way as if begging Siana to rescue it.
“Argh So you guessed I hate you rainfall!”
As she stepped outside the porch.. A drop of rain fell on her nose...an then another on her cheek...tip tip tip the drops fell on her entire face. She winced and closed her eyes. Then her expression changed. It was as if the droplets kissed her parched soul. She looked skywards and smiled. She swirled in the rains with open arms as she embraced her newfound sensoria. It was raining blessings.
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