There is a connection between you and the rain.
She cuddled herself in the blanket, let loose her random thoughts, dream and dream hearing the Pitter-Patter of the rain - feeling complete, even though everything is missing - she is at peace - Loving the sound of sprinkling drops all over - the frogs croaking - the sound of the wind.
Reminds her of you.
She wakes up with the noise of the raindrops, wishes to sleep those extra ten minutes before she is ready to rock the world. She dreams about the best things in the world with that background noise and feels bliss - smiles and thanks the heavens for the beautiful things around her.
Though, everything she wanted is not around her - she is blessed that she does not have those things which she never wanted.
She pushes herself out of the bed - because it's time to prove herself again.
A new day - new sunshine - same thoughts.
She smiled.Looked into the mirror - opened her dark brown eyes.
Her Eyes had a real sparkle and anyone could just go deep down. She was proud of them - becase they spoke to anyone who could read them.
Scintillating and Seductive.
She adjusted her fringes in front of her head, tried to tie-up her hair and let them loose again. Gave a wicked smile, thinking - who's next?
The next second - she knew who it was - there was no NEXT. It was him still. She made herself better for him - Allthough she din't care whether she belonged to his thoughts anymore. She made sure she was perfectly dressed, the perfect face,the perfect skin and the minute details of the nail-polish.
She din't know him well - but she knew he loved perfection.
He is never going to see her - never going to talk to her - They lived miles apart and still she could feel him beneath her.
She loved the rain-drops more than the rain. Only the lucky ones, can feel and see the rain-drops on their eyes and smile in the rain. The others are happy just by watching the rain go down on the ground.
But, there is a difference between the rain and the rain-drops.
Enter - You can always Love a person truely until and unless you don't know them INSIDE-OUT.You can fall in love with the RAIN-DROPS only when you can feel them - in the shadows of time, under the shades of comfort - its rain - its ordinary water.
And, a BITTER truth - that rain does not belong to you.