The First Rain

Love is rain of emotions, sometimes soaking us with happiness or drowning with melancholy sometimes washing out guilt or draining us with regret ! Just like clouds and rain we are mingled with our souls and all shaded with thunders of events, but what we have lost, is the ability to feel the beauty in it! Here it accounts the First Rain of my life.

 When minds were young and hearts were foolish, back to the time here we go. The trembling hands and shivering feet, portrayed the weak soul who had just entered a new world. When every feeling was at peak of it, in a flash every feeling just faded in glee. The naive orbs held that sight for the very first time.

 It wasn't just a mere sight  but a gay view to behold forever. Glancing around for every soul present there, the feeling wasn't just sitting at all. The eyes just searched for that very eyes who felt like home.  

Just as someone gazes a dark cloud for the first time in a desert? Exaggeration, isn't it?

It wasn't just the orbs which dilated the me in me but also a striking black shirt with prints of leaves in it. Dressed up just like a cloud, it vehemently broke down the nonexistent walls around my heart once called strong.

In a flash when trouble set in, the lips parted for the very first time , giving out the taste of its sound.
Echoing words ringing into ears, helping me out in the troublesome situation or was it just me who couldn't predict the help would nevertheless land me in more trouble?

The first day set down with burning bricks of resistance, tasting the sound and beholding the sight.

Oh look up, the sky is dark for the very first time.

Days have passed and heaviness have crept with longing glances and craving thoughts. Until the first conversation was done. "What's your name?" was all been said and my name was all I replied. It would be just "that's it" to others but the me in me knew me better.

 The number of stairs been ran down, heart thudding against the cage and the whirl and swirl was all in mind.

The first gush of wind fly caressing the leaves.

"what's your favourite chocolate?" was the next, tinging cheeks and "Cadbury" was rest! That's  all it took to bless the ears with lifelong memories.

The storm has just started yet!

Just like a pause in the gush, there came a different claim. A bizzare rumour of another rain, not tender but a wrec. And that's when the first drop was felt, when my words claimed the tender rain.

A drop carrying all the insecurities was felt, slashing with hopes and hopes and hopes.

The first drop was felt with all glee and hopes within washing me with all the jocound feeling

Time did pass, tables been turned and the final call was made.
 "I love you" was all that paper held.....
Torn into pieces was just it's fate.
Heart was glass was all I knew.
The shouts wasn't what I heard,
Breaking of glass was all I got.
Afterall the first rain wasn't the first rain at all,  thunderstorm was all it was.

Tears and cries and yet the feelings!
Barren Land  was all it left!
The tender droplets have turned into spikes of ice
Pricking the skin
and
Leaving me stranded...

The first rain showered me with all the happiness which turned melancholy. The gush of wind was the gush of rejection pricking the skin. The orbs wasn't so caressing either. A soft first rain had turned into the havoc of first thunderstorm.Yet it was magical ,teaching the essence of life. Smoldering us with the lessons of patience.  It drenched me with emotions, leaving it to dry up with memories.The experience is worth to be said  not to be complained. First rain was bound to be, was it him or another. Happiness lies in destiny bringing that very person as my first rain in life. It was bound to rain but wasn't meant to stay. 


Now years have passed and the pain is faded. Many have tried but yet the feel of first is always real and special. (The memory still fresh withal.)

The hope isn't left and the glass is once again ready to be mended by the ONLY rain.
The difference of the first and only is finally dawned. 
The only rain will drench you forever.
First is bound but Only isn't.
Lucky are those having first and only as same

And here I stand waiting for the only last rain with beautiful tenderness of spring!


THE FIRST RAIN IS SPECIAL BUT THE LAST RAIN IS THAT WHAT MATTERS IN LIFE
THE FIRST WILL END BUT THE LAST RAIN WILL RAIN FOREVER, NOT LETTING ANY OTHER RAIN TO SOAK UP IT'S LAND...

and I hope the seasons will change and the last rain will come accompanying the arrival of stars itself.....