he knew her steps.. with those beautiful toes.. they were not sinking in to the little ponds suddenly appeared and filled with water.. her toes were gliding on them, splashing water in to thousand pieces..
it was the first day he saw her.. but he couldn’t stop dreaming those toes wet with water.. they splashed thousand pieces of water on to his glasses; wet dreams..
then there was a second day.. same rain was there.. he was waiting til she comes.. dancing.. people were there too.. with their black and white umbrellas.. and he was under his blue one.. he folded down his umbrella time to time as he was checking how rain falls.. hard or soft.. actually it was what he supposed to show.. he really wanted to get wet.. when she comes he really wanted to be with water dripping down from his hair.. he wanted to feel the rain as her cold finger tips touching his face.. most of all he wanted her to feel him as her friend, who's willing to join with her in her dance..
throw away your umbrella Mr. blue..
I know u want to dance.. in the rain..
she came from behind. and she whispered right to his left ear.. her voice was not shaky.. and when he turns to her, he saw the sea in his eyes, as it was ready for a storm.. with silver lightening and soooo pregnant clouds.. about to unleash all its life..
he was just a drop in front of the whole sea.. knowing that he would dragged down to some where unknown, by the waves which were stronger and deeper.. he surrendered.
all he could hear was the breathing of her chilled lungs..
so he met rain..
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