When it rains! How gorgeous everything seems. Okay, let’s forget about the feeling when it rains; rather just think about the time where the air is windy, the breeze of soil and dark clouds on the top. It makes me feel as if all the storms in my mind is calming down. Gradually, going down and aligning it with the nature.
Rains have always been my favorite seasons. Of course, this is not applicable for me to go out in the veranda, or on top of the terrace to welcome the rains with my wide open arms, as I am mild-asthmatic person who gets difficulties in breathing after certain points.
Although, it doesn’t lessen my love for the rains. I still remember being in Mumbai, one of the best moments are those when I get to know it’s raining, I’ll go upstairs in my room, and just sit next to the window. Window. My source of drizzle comes from the opening of little place from which I close my eyes, listen to the drops of rain on the steel, and the way it energizes my entire soul, and rejuvenate me from within.
It actually gives me goosebumps while remembering about it because there’s been not a single day I miss my intimacy with it. Intimacy, that’s right, it’s the kind of orgasmic pleasure that it gives me, to my soul. As if it purifies the darkness with each thunderstorm.
Tonight, for the prompt #4, I’m considering myself as a little worm who’s been struggling really hard all his life and now he feels blessed to have overcome whatever life’s thrown at him. So whenever it rains I think of her, the feeling of calmness when I close my eyes. Peace.
The moment it starts to drizzle
My heart beats start running faster
I feel I’m not a human anymore
I’m a squirming worm
Writhing on the slippery sidewalk of my window at home,
On a cold thundering, rainy night.
I listen to the heart of dark clouds,
And close my eyes while weaving around
I didn’t always like it how I love it now
As I always got scared with its sound.
My fur is pelted by relentless rain
Pummeling with each of its drop,
I thought of going back at times,
My wiggling legs never stopped.
You may ask, “What do you love the most?”
To take this curse of being a worm,
To answer this, I remember all
The difficulties in life where
I’ve overcome all the storms.
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