Oddly in the month of November,
It was raining.
The pristine cold breeze made the weather colder,
Curled up in her favorite night wear,
She kept watching the falling droplets in her translucent window shell.
The pluviophile inside her,
Wanted to feel the patter of the rain.
Taking gulps down her throat,
She stepped out in the downpour.
The frore pearls from heaven
Touched her body and
Engulfed her into a warm shower of peace.
Head facing the clouds,
Slowly she stretched out her arms,
Then closed her eyes so tight
That the wrinkles could’ve left a forever mark!
It was his wedding the day after,
And birthday, that day.
She could hear his imaginary laughter echoing,
She could see his imaginary
Sleek body dressed as a groom,
She could hear the tinkles,
She could feel his hazel brown eyes
Looking out for someone in the crowd.
The melodious sound of the flute
seemed cacophonous to her.
The tears disguised as rain droplets
Escaped her eyes.
She swirled and twirled.
The remnants of past loud and clear.
The rumbled clouds had broken her silence,
Her soul felt light,
Eyes still closed, even tighter.
Trail of memories,
It was 5 long years since he was gone.
She had moved on.
He was history.
Still that night,
She cried in the company of thunder,
Then fell down on her knees.
The clouds now knew her secret.
She hugged them with a grinned smile.
Subtly, thanking them to let her out.
Then the weather cleared off.
For, their purpose was served.
Drenched, soaked in the envelope of memories,
She paved her way back to her room.
And watched the rainbow,
Cracking it’s beauty,
Through the same translucent window.
Stifling a laugh,
She played the song,
“It’s hard to cold a candle
In the cold November rain”!
♡ Priya Agarwal