I love rain...

I love rain...There is this feeling, where you want to get lost, even if you are surrounded by your known,where you just enjoy the smell of the moist soil(I guess many people do..) and where even if you want to cry, your tears are just for you and not for the world( I know it is too overused, but the fact remains the same...)
For me the world seems more greener, as if all its sins are washed out. It gives me that amazing feeling of freedom because of which that elevated bieng of mine gets actually on loose and despite all my efforts, it soars in the sky and sings on top of its voice with its sound unknown. My soul does a complicated yet a beautiful ballet, which is so wonderful to watch...And yet I sit, and think of the world passing by, of the things already gone and the things yet to come...Its freshness is so simple yet so complex to describe.And by just witnessing this beautiful saga of nature, I get reminded of the lone creator, who had such levels of creativity, which we mere humans could never potray.
I dance in the rain...As if a bucketful of happiness was overturned on me...But when I look deep down inside, I get nothing and yet everything...I see that very person, with whom I want to hold hands for the rest of my life.Buried, but still present...And then I close my eyes and listen to the soft thumping of my heart, my ears also notice the soft clatter of the falling drops, reminding me, that they too enjoys my company...
I love the rain..And I want that when I die, it should rain heavily that day.So that my ashes cool down before my soul departs, because it will give me time to look at you for long...Long enough, for the very last time...