Telling a tale of bliss and woes

Rains have a different tale to tell altogether. It is a bliss when our souls are at peace and it revokes a sweet tale of melancholy when in woes. Happiness they say is a state of mind. The mind is a powerful medium in harnessing its grasp over a certain kind of situation, reaction and emotion. But sometimes it feels like it is our heart that holds the omnipotence to create, revoke and destroy ourselves and our matter.

Walking towards a room in a hushed downpour. Finding the absence of what the heart thought would fulfill the presence. Evening finding the presence again, it was all about rain. mingling voices and a drop from the dark sky, the conversation had to stop. one walked , the other rode away.

Food and rain, sunsets and drizzles, meetings and the seizure of presence, engulfed in to a heavy heart of pain, untouched and left out. This was a time when bravery had to seek out to care of the much dropped heart. And that was all, a fine rain!!