Eloquent Feelings

"I'm falling for you and I don't want to think straight. I have not been this happy since a long time. Let's not stop, because,I know that you *feel* the same." I urged him holding his hand on the extreme secluded corner of a small coffee house. The rain drops were gently touching the window pane beside, just as I wanted his fingers to touch my skin and run down my soul. He tried too hard to not to look at my eyes, but I was drowning into his eyes wanting to kiss his lips and to melt in his arms. I knew he was falling hard and I was not. I just loved the feeling of being loved and wanted it so badly. Just as the drought hit land requires rain, I needed love and I couldn't let him go. Finally, he made a move and tried to speak; but he was struck as he looked at me. It was nothing like the time had stopped or the world ceased to exist, like it happens in movies, the time was running as fast as our heartbeats then and all the people were there too but it didn

It’s divided into two different eras of my life- my memories in and with rain . The first are the nonchalant days from the extreme past which I refer to as “Before Growing Up” period, and the second is the “After Growing Up” period when my whole perception as a pluviophile changed for the good. My memories during the “Before Growing Up” period are simple and colorful like every other kid’s. Rain was the excuse to mount my grandfather’s shoulder on my way back home from school. When I grew up a little, rain was the cause of my struggle for fitting into my pink raincoat with a school bag on the back. The most difficult problem, I tell you, was walking home in wet socks and water-filled shoes. I, being a pluviophile since childhood, fantasized about getting drenched in the rain; however, all I did was try to navigate the paper boats that never sailed. Running in the rain across the lawn forcing my paper boat to move was so much of an adventure back then. That little dance in the rain w