Romancing the rain.....

          Why does rain always bring with it a range of emotions which exist in the subconscious? How does rain help us scuttle ourselves out of our inhibitions? Why does nature have such a forbearing on us? Why do we feel relaxed and allow our basic instincts to exalt from their dormancy at the onset of the monsoon?

Does rain actually instill/repose in us the confidence to break out from the shambles and fortifications we build in our mind? How can something hold sway of our innate feelings to such an extent?

    We had planned to meet in the evening that day. It was raining so profusely by evening that it was almost sure we would be shelving the plan. On the way home the rain subsided. Though I was too tired and just wanted to go home and hit the bed, I felt it might be good to meet up after all. Life is so short and life does not give many chances. We always keep dodging things we like for lack of time and reasons such as weather etc. Fun I felt is with taking the chances.  

       As always, with her around time has a habit of passing by without offering a chance for me to realize how time was spent. It started to rain as we were walking towards the coffee shop. As she held the umbrella and we walked close to each other, both of us were trying to evade the drops of rain. In our effort to avoid the droplets we brought ourselves much closer to each other. Both the faces were just next to each other, eyes looking out for obstructions on the way as well as the sudden proximity of two warm bodies. Every touch here and a brush there, bringing out sensations in each previously not experienced.

The rain just being another reason for the hungry mind to delve and experience the sensual happiness on a mental plane which the bodies then take forward Internally happy externally putting on a facade of shyness. Each one’s eye checking the other out, both wanting to take the new found comfort to the next level yet not knowing how to communicate the same to the significant other.

     A mental state of happiness which the mind wants to linger for a while more, each cursing the rain, blaming the rain yet not wanting it to stop

Smile of happiness, blush on the face, panting of breadths, thanks to the anxiety about what will come next, we walked fast towards the destination, as to maybe understand the intent that is difficult to comprehend when one is walking next to each other.

    The rain only got heavier so as to reflect the weight of the deliberations of our mind. We suddenly realized we were in the middle of an unknown street which was completely desolate and found shelter under a garage. Though we folded the umbrella we realized that the parapet wall which was shielding the rain from us was not able to completely cover us from the rain.

                    

As we were trying to come to terms with the surroundings, she untied her hair pushed all the errant strands of hair in place and tried to dry her hair. The temporary shelter from the rain let us draw some breadth and look at each other. Rain has a way of adding novelty to beauty. Tiny drops of rain were settled in her hair as though beads of pearl were set in her braid. Tiny drops on the forehead were as though they were drops of sweat lining her forehead to signify that she just experienced the epitome of pleasure. With a few drops settled on her cheek her face already pink had a glow and felt like a soft rose in the morning with a few dew drops on it. Her lips were quivering, courtesy the cold breeze and the fast paced walk or due to the sudden moment of privacy. We were only on a cross road parallel to one of the busiest roads in Bangalore and here in the rain was a picturesque setting of a long winding road with hardly any soul, we were at ease and relishing the moment of anonymity in the midst of hustle n bustle.

                That moment is something which is made for memories, the setting was there, the rain had mellowed down and the moment was forbearing on us. Eyes were busy running all over the other and hands just wanted the firm grip of the other just to signify the bonding, the amazing trust we repose in each other and the inherent craving we have for each other. It was as if we were destined to be with each other. We both who can talk all the time were so silent as if there was no need to speak to communicate what we felt. At one level we came to realize even silence communicates in its own sweet way.

The dim street light accentuated her beauty to a large extent, she looked far more beautiful, charming and lovely in that dim setting. It was as if nature had taken on its part the effort to create a lovely setting. One would be moved to just kiss her lovely lips and it looked as inviting as ever. At the thought of the impending pleasure as one approached her, one could almost listen to her heart beat as close as one can hear his/her own heart beating faster than normal.

That is when it dawned that even in that wet and rainy setting, the lips went dry anxious of what is about

to occur. The lips were so stuck to one another that they wouldn't budge. 

When one tried to look at her, it was clear that she had already closed her eyes and appeared like an angel who had come down from heaven. In the moonlit night, there was no need to search for the moon as her face was as resplendent as any expression of joy can ever be. In the contours and expressions on her face was a slight smile signifying that it was the only place where any joy could be found.

            Seeing such happiness is an experience by itself.  It was at this moment that the rain got heavier in the background so as to signify that it is the rain that is enhancing the romance.

That said don't we all Romance the Rain?