YOURS - A Darshan Raval Fanfiction

Rain

By the time we reach, it starts drizzling and within a while rain starts pouring down. "Get in the car", Darshan urges. "I want to be in rain. I think you should get in else you'll catch cold", I reply softly.
I want to enjoy the rain. It's the first rain of this season and I don't want to miss it. The feeling of being in rain can't be compared to anything. I walk further and spread my hands feeling the water running down on me, making my nerves calm. "I'm coming", states Darshan. I don't say anything.

After a minute we both are walking on the deserted street completely damped in rain. The silence feels soothing with only the sound of pouring rain.

And I ask him,"what do you think? Why does it rain?" He looks at me. Probably trying to comprehend why I asked this question out of the blue.
Then he looks up at the sky and with a sigh replies, "it looks like the sky is crying. Letting out all its pain through droplets of rain as tears. But I don't get one thing, what pain does the sky hold? Why would it be hurt?"
I didn't expect him to reply like this and think this deep. I also had the similar thought but I had always pushed it away calling it useless.

"We never know what's happening inside the surface. From outside it always looks so perfect, in shape. But we never creep through it and try to consider the depth. We never consider it can also fake the brightness or shine even after being in pain", I say measuring each word.
"We never think it can also hold any pain even after having all the luxuries one need. We never think it can sometimes get tired of providing the sunshine or giving shade to the world when it doesn't have anyone to provide the shade for its own. We never try to comprehend the clouds it hold", he adds looking away.

Suddenly we both realize we're not talking about the rain or the sky anymore. We are talking about ourselves, our lives.

He stops and turns to me. "Are you hiding anything from me? Are you in pain for some reason?", he asks looking deep into my eyes. I shift uncomfortably. I can't find any word to reply him. How can I say that he's my pain and my cure at once!
All I want to say right now is stay with me a little longer. And hug him with everything, every drop of my love for him. Instead I stand there still and say, "Nothing. It's just... I'll miss you".

This week has been the most special one in my whole life. The time I spent with him made me fall, all over again, harder than before. His every action, every look, every teasing word of comeback is pinned to my heart. I've found myself and lost myself, in him, again. And the thought of leaving him makes me feel vulnerable.

"I'll miss you too dumbo! Hey, don't be sad. We can talk regularly", he replies and hugs me. I didn't expect this gesture, it takes me a moment to process and hug him back tightly as a drop of tear slids down my cheek and mixes with rain. This is why I love rain. It swallows the traces of your pain and hides it away from the curious eyes.

I lose myself in his arms and fragrance as tears keep streaming down my eyes. I don't even know why I'm crying now. But sometimes, in the arms of your loved one, when you feel like you've found a shoulder to cry on, it doesn't need any proper reason to let out the unknown pain.
So I let my heart relief after years and my tears create a mixture with raindrops.