The rain

Perhaps I was the only fool waiting in the park on that cloudy august evening....But every second was worth. What was it, two years since we had parted...She said she would keep in touch, and yes she did for the first few months. But as they say, time takes its crazy toll and my case was no different.

Has it started raining?? I look sideways to confirm and yes it had. Just what i was waiting for (well apart from my long lost love that is). Raindrops were settling on mud and I whiffed the fragrance of wet mud that never fails to arouse me. Did I tell you the rain brings the child out of me...I just held my head back, closed my eyes and let the rain work its magic.

What was it, a few minutes?? Or several hours??? I felt a tug on my shoulder. Shook the sleep away and saw her standing before me, grinning mischievously.

"You look as foolish as when we first met, " she beamed.

I could only manage a raspy nod.

What are you, tongue tied or something?? The years didn't take a toll on her humour as they did on mine. She was as effervescent as ever.

And yes I was tongue tied...She was totally drenched in rain, raindrops were dancing on her face, a few resting on her lips, making them even more luscious. Her shoulder length hair seemed to have a mind of their own, congregating and segregating on their whim, but dripping her top in unison. But it was her eyes, those large eyes, so vivacious that held me captive. It were those eyes that were shaking the core of my being. Rain was striking her face with all its ferocity, but never once did her eyes narrow down.

Were these leaves flapping with raindrops trying to tell me something??? I hoped not, they have always led me into trouble.

"Hey stare all you want, but let's go to some place dry" she urged earnestly.

I couldn't hold back any more. I hugged her with all my might. I felt her shiver in my brace.

She was taken aback at first, but then reciprocated my hug, and whispered in my ears "keep your loins in your pants dear, I am on a period"

What were the leaves trying to tell me now?? Oh yes to kiss her. And I did. And this time i didn't need any courage, i just went for it. All those years were melting away. Her lips, sweet as they were, were even more enticing with those raindrops settled on them. I was drinking raindrops from her lips and not even the sweetest chocolate could beat the taste.

Our gaze was locked, lips locked even harder, hands around each other's neck, under this weeping willow. Even lovers in paradise couldn't beat the elation we were in.

What was the rain whispering in my ear??? Hell no. Did I hear it right. I hope I didn't. I felt I was going to regret it, but hell, who can argue rain. I begged rain to let me be in this trance a few more minutes, but I was fighting a losing battle. We were still kissing and our eyes were still locked. Years could have passed, but this kiss wouldn't have aged a second. Suddenly her head convulses, her eyes filled with bewilderment, a mute scream barely escapes her lips. Her eyes are bloodshot.

Dagger has worked its magic. Her spine is severed from the back of her neck. She might be still alive but she won't feel a thing. I push her away as remorselessly as those unreturned phone calls, as those sleepless nights, as those crushed emotions. She is lying motionless on wet mud, her eyes staring into the sky, blood washing away from her wounds. We could be two lovers lying besides each other on a sunny beach and it wouldn't have been any different except that dagger protruding from her neck. I take that dagger out of her neck and lick clean the blood. It was even sweeter than what rain told me.

An old beatle song is echoing in my mind. "I wanna be under the sea in an octopus's garden with you" I wondered if John Lenon was trying to drown Yoko while singing this...questions galore.

I pick up my trench coat and start to leave. Couldn't see her eyes for one more second. They were cutting through my bones...

Did I tell you the rain bring's the child out of me?? I don't think I did. And what a nice child is he. Choked his 5 year old dog on first rain. Stabbed a syringe through the head of a parakeet his mom adored so much on second.

What's the rain saying to me now??? Is it something about popping sleeping pills or is it about jumping the cliff???