I said I don't like RAIN.
My hair becomes frizzy and my make-up gets washed away.
It took him by surprise.
Cuz I didn't do the cliche.
He loved RAIN.
He loved the droplets, he loved the water.
He loved the dark clouds, he loved the rainy weather.
I was not surprised.
Cuz I've seen him in RAIN.
Its the day, I think, I started liking RAIN.
There he was.
Standing in the RAIN.
Getting drenched and asking me to hold his hand.
I denied, saying, 'it's stupid'.
But today, I feel, RAIN was my cupid.
He again asked me to join him.
With such a great joy.
OH MY CRAZY HEART!! I couldn't deny then.
After all, he was my joy.
And I got closer.
Unaware of the ice drops falling on my body.
I was too much into him that it felt like burns on my body.
And there he was.
In his full glory.
His long lashes resting on his cheeks.
Pouring streams of water down his cheeks to his lips and then to his bare neck.
OH LORD!! How much weak my knees felt then.
His closed eyes just made me stare at him more and more and more.
I knew it was embarrassing.
But I couldn't stop the urge to stare.
OH HEAVENS!! My eyes then saw the most beautiful thing.
HIS LIPS.
Slightly parted, facing the cloudy skies.
OH SHITTY SHIT!! How much I couldn't stop the urge to feel them.
They were pink.
No, I thought, light pink.
No, rosy.
No, maybe red, I thought.
OH HELL NOO!! There was water on his LIPS.
OH MY FUKIN.....!! How much I wanted to remove the water from his LIPS.
Staring at those luscious petals, I just GAVE IN.
OH LORD OF HEAVENS!!
OH MY BLOODY STUPID HORMONES!!
I brought my hand up to feel the softness of those beautiful petals against my fingers.
My hand rose.
Reached his chest.
(Oh!! How well built it was.)
Then his neck.
(OH!! I liked the water dripping from his bare neck.)
And then his jawline.
(OH!! I could feel the light stubble on his face without even touching.)
Then my hand reached the corner of his mouth.
OH MY FUCKING URGE!! How much desperate I was to touch them.
And I was an inch closer to do that.
I was about to fulfill my desire, when suddenly his eyes shot open.
Along with his beautiful mesmerizing eyes, my eyes too shot open.
And here I am, yet again, thousand'th time reliving that DREAM.
