Kiss the Rain

Someone told me
that for once.


he was, for a few days or even mayb to a few weeks in a row, so constantly caught under the rain, in the rain, at rain. name it anyway you want. it was rain and rain n rain no less nothing more whatsoever. rain.
He was so caught up with rain.


It was one of those rainy days. albeit it being overdue past october which was supposed to be the monsoon change season. he fell sick, on and off, and needed to b in places soaked up with leftover flus and "rainy" nose.


he woke up one late afternoon, knowin he was late n hungry. he got out around the corner to get food and money from the machine. on his walk out the rain unduly came pourin down upon him again. not again. my pills are running out.

and finally he thought, whilst walkin home the backlane alone. wet and with bits of earth and mud in btween his toes.
he been running away. so much. ever since the time he thought he had grown up.
that point he knew there was no runnin n hidin away from the rain this time.
he got his ipod on to Billie Myers.
n realised perhaps its time he embraced the rain.
that this is the only retribution.



the prevalent problems seemed to be washed and cleansed away by the rain at that moment.
strangely feelin at ease.
felt like a child again.
every drop felt purifying.






that someone was myself.