Still Its Raining.......

           In the intervals of high fever, I get back
to consciousness. I could hear my growling breath.
Apart from that the room is filled with nauseating
silence. I could hear the sound of rain which fell
over yonder valley. It reminds me of the precious moments
presented to me by rain in past. How can I re-create
those moments that allured me so much.I can’t recreate
the feel with words .My breath growl louder
as the feelings waves through my veins.

          It was a rainy day when I saw her first.
It was twilight. I took refuge under a roof from
heavy rain. I saw two hands that fondle rain drops.
At first sight I liked the mind which tries to
feel rain.The rain drops were splits in to laughter
by the caring fondles of the slender fingers.
I was curious to know who it is. My vision was
partially blurred in the stream of heavy rain.
In the lightning that followed, I could glance
at her.  She was standing on the balcony of the
attic bedroom. She wore a pale blue  outfit with
long trailing black skirt. A wisp of hair hid
her face from me. I could see the beautiful eyes
in the soothing silver streaks of      

lightening. It seems her eyes behold the calmness
of a windless deep sea and the alluring  silence
of the space. It is dreamy and expressive.
She was conversing with somebody, perhaps with
rain itself, with a soul inspiring smile. I could not
make out her face. Every rain that followed
reminds me of the face that allured me in disguise.
Can I see the face ever? Can I see the lips that
bloom in to beautiful smile again? Can I see those
eyes which led me to the unknown shores of silence?

          I was sitting in the veranda. There was
a drizzle after rain outside. The paddy field
spreads around were overflowing. Someone is
frolicking through the walking trail of the field.
In one hand she carried an umbrella and with
the other hand  she held her skirt up a bit.
She was splashing water with her beautiful feet.
The drapes  of the skirt were wet in rain.
For a moment I could get a glimpse of her face through
the umbrella. The face I want to see in all these
days, but it was hid under the wisp of hair,
this time it was covered by the frothy sprinkles
of rain. With a mesmerizing smile she walks away.
Now I am in sick bed. The sound
of the tiny bells in the anklets
reverberates in my ears now also.

        My senses slowly fade away. I could see
the nurses rushing in to the room. My eyes slowly
went up as I could hear my loud gasps; slowly
I was drawn out of the conscious world.
      Now I am frantically runtowards the cliff
as if someone is waiting there for me.I am panting
and gasping as my feet can not pace with my mind.
Now on the cliff I could see the clouds coming
on to me, fading the beautiful scenery of the valley.
The clouds drew to me fast. My body is
trembling in expectation. My breath is fuming
in high fever. I can now hear the swirls of
her pirouette with the hurls of the drapes
of her skirt.Slowly she came in and embraces me.
I can feel the calmness of her presence now.
I can sense the softness of her entrancing smile
that melts in to my lips. My body started
to quiver vehemently in her touch.
She fills in my conscience as fragrance that
enslaves me totally. I can feel the cozy wetness
that drench me and I can overhear the music
of the rain that spreads the valley altogether.
I can feel those beautiful hands hold me abreast
that I drifted in the flurry of unknown emotions.

    Slowly I was swept away to the magical world.

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    I slowly opened my eyes as the soft warm
sun rays patted on my cheek. Now I am lying under
a tree in a garden.I could not find any clouds there.
I lay there drench fully soaked up.
Now I feel no fever, no headache. I feel now
I reached a world of no pain.I could see the nurses
wearing white frilled frocks, oh they even have wings too.
Their smiles seem angelic now. I look up. I can see
a drop of rain is on the tip of a leaf on the tree,
which tends to fall on me. I close my eyes
expecting it to fall on my forehead.I don't want
to lose even the last drop of the feel that allured my life
altogether. I want to carry it to the new world as well.