My Feeble Attempt to Shove Your Heart under The Door into The Rain

It’s 5.00 am in the morning and I woke up with my heart as light as a feather. Soft rain was drizzling and slowly tapping my windowpane. I closed my eyes again to savor the sound. The soft wet sound make my wildfires go numb every time; it scratches somewhere beyond my reach.

Even with the windows shut down, the smell of the rain managed to creep through the window frame. I wanted to feel it more so I pushed the window up and let the crowd of cold air settle inside the room. There is a rose shrub by the window almost hugging the wall. My sleepy eyes got caught in a lullaby watching rain drops kissing the rose petals and slowly descending from petal to petal like a princess gently coming down the stairs with her prettiest dress and everyone gazing at her in awe.

There was a sudden whoosh of air and rain drops scattered all over the bed. The seashell wind chime by the window chuckled like it remembered ocean all of a sudden. A lazy yet complaining moan came under the pillows. I smiled remembering why the bed is so warm. I gently kissed his palms, covered his naked shoulders with a blanket and got up to make a coffee.

The weather was demanding for a coffee so I must be quick. I walked out of the room and put the kettle on. While water was boiling I went out to the wooden porch barefoot and breathed a lung full of air and stretched myself.The mountains in front of the yard were covered with mist. The sky was gloomy, dark grey but with a pinch of dark pink here and there. It looked like a Saree. The rain was still mild and harmless and I smiled as I remembered a conversation of us,

“You know when it rains and the wind is cold, I feel stronger than normally. Why is that you ask? Well the wind that constantly kissing us must have gone through all these mountains, touch and kiss the leaves, the flowers, the animals, the waterfalls and everything beyond our explanation and swirls around us. It must have gone through the places we have never heard of and visited our favorite countries and bringing news beyond oceans. It plants a kiss on our cheeks like it’s no big deal and shudders the very base of our existence, the spine! and I don’t know how not to feel anything about that! It’s the feeling of something ancient reaching out to you, nudges you in to any direction. I think that is just beautiful.”

It just made so much sense. It was just beautiful. While I was breathing and remembering the kettle started to whistle. I hurried back inside and kept two big cups on a tray, put two spoonful of coffee each and poured the boiling water to the cups. The smell of coffee is just like thundering when it rains; it not only compliments it but makes it so much better. I hurried myself into the room and he was already up staring out the window.

“Coffee! You read my mind! But I can’t believe that you left me here to get drenched”

“Well don’t you like it?”

“I love it, the rain, the coffee and you looking like I kept my dog out in the rain” he smiled.

I gave him the coffee and he sipped it impatiently.

“This coffee tastes just ridiculous! Just how much love have you put into this??”

“Just two spoons” As we laughed together, the rain started to quicken up a little and it made our window slam.

With mischievous eyes he asked me “Do you want to go for a walk?”

Me thanking the heavens how lucky enough I am to find this weird soul and impatient to have a fruitful conversation, jumped up screeching.

“Why the hell not!”

( Photo: Somewhere in Peradeniya, Sri Lanka)