Rain Again

"It is not permanence that I fear. It is the fact that with every mistake I make, I cannot make it disappear without a trace."

michellesy, on writing with a pen.

The weather changed abruptly. There was no seamless transition – no slow easing-into-it adjustments. On Thursday, it was bright and sunny with the bluest of blue skies stretching lazily in all horizons. On Friday, the sky was a solid, mizzling dome of grey – heavy and looming with a distinct end-o’-days feel to it.

It’s the weather’s way of saying, "Who’s your Daddy?" to those woefully unprepared for its whims. I belong to that caste of fools, unfortunately. That is why I’m the one who always ended up wet and cold. It’s never the different phases of weather – rain or shine – that gets to me. It’s the sudden changes.

I am unable to accept the fact that everything can change so radically in so short a time. In these instances, I ended up almost always never adapting to the change at all.

Love, I realise, is just like the weather.

Main street.

I left my house at about 3 pm and ventured into the drizzle with nothing over my head but a bad haircut. I knew I must get myself an umbrella before the next storm hits. June is nigh. The next deluge that hits Manipal would rage continuously for two whole months – or five.

I bought a black one; same as the last three umbrellas I’ve bought last year. I can’t understand why I kept losing them.

Okay, maybe I do know – but I never liked admitting my faults.

Outside the Anatomy Museum.

Remember that time when we shared a single umbrella even though we brought two? Remember how both of us ended up wet but it didn’t matter the least bit to us at all?

Remember that time when we only have one umbrella between us and I left it with you after I’ve walked you home - even though you didn’t need it anymore? I told you I just felt like walking back to my hostel in the rain and you called me crazy.

Well, I wasn’t crazy – I just wanted to relive that day when I was sixteen when I walked to your house in the rain just because I felt like seeing you.

Rain was our weather, remember?

Now, rain is just mine.

Damn, I’m such a hopeless romantic.

Haha, 'hopeless romantic' – I like the sound of that phrase. Maybe I was being a tad too presumptuous in considering myself as a romantic, but I most certainly am hopeless.

The ever-waiting, never-getting fool.

The hopeless romantic.

I don't know why but that thought put a smile on my face. I looked at my umbrella and decided that it was simply too big for just one person. So I lowered it and closed it with a click. Today, I walked home in the rain again - for old time's sake. And I know it won't be my last time doing that.

A lonely road.

The reason I keep losing my umbrella is because every time I left it somewhere, I always went back too late to look for it.

Someone else took it.

Hopeless,
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