Rain


We played in the rain again, its been ages since I’ve done that, indulge on a childish impulse, something only you could convince me to; to go tearing around in a downpour, reliving our childhood. We ran, barefooted, through the freshly cutgrass, our feet sinking into the warm mud, finally collapsing, next to each other, breathing heavily, completely drenched, yet then, nothing could wipe those smiles off our faces. Yet those times are long gone. The rain, gentle drops on heated skin as we lay in the grass beside each other panting, the drain drops falling on our closed eyelids, our hair in tangles. Teenagers living another day in their childhood, lying in the fields of time.


And as we lay there, under the rain clouds, the sky dark and overcast, your hand reached for mine. A simple gesture, his hand over hers. Her eyes fluttered open and she glanced at him, his face was calm, his eyes still closed. She glanced skywards before she shut her eyes. Both engulfed in their own thoughts, letting the cold rain seep through their clothes and a gentle smile graced her face. Never had she felt happier, her hand in his, lying in the grass with the rain beating down on her face.

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Just a question: Why am i such a hopeless romantic?