'Wordrops' and the Raindrops

04-30-2019

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I don’t have a lasting experience with the rain, and so you decided to create a plan and make me that one exciting experience. We’ve talked about the plan on phone under the cozy rain, soulfully. I was sitting on the blocks along the hallways and so you are at your bed at home. We were both looking at the open-air, watching as to how each raindrop strolls to the concrete pavements and laugh as to how silly and honeyed we sounded in our plans. You planned of soaking ourselves in the rain, jumping, laughing out loud, and we will dance like no one’s watching, and we'll let ourselves fall more and deeper, you say, as raindrops do and as each dewdrop does after the rain.

It was simple, yet poetic. I’ve seen in the eye of my mind the plan, it was lovely just like those scenes I used to watch in romance movies and in my favorite novels. You told me to remember the rain by these delighted moments, and not through the descriptions people used to associate with such as unhappiness and regrets. This was a lovely proposal, a nice plan.

But, we were not able to work out for that plan.

And yet today, unknowingly, every time I get to watch the rain I remember the experience I had with you that night, the night we spoke when you asked me if I have a memory of the rain and I said ‘I don’t have any’ and you decided to create a plan to make me that one exciting experience. Now, we don’t need to realize that plan anymore, for we have just made that unforgettable experience the night you spoke to me your proposition.

So today, every time it rains, it will be you who I will keep on remembering- the 'you' that vanishes like rain and the ‘drawing’ moments you once keep telling.