my rain

may 17
it was a rainy season. sky was always pregnant. therefore people were forced to carry umbrellas. most of them were carrying black or white ones. but he had a blue one. why did he bought a blue umbrella? no he didn't. but it was there in his room which is blue color too. when he heard the rain pouring down, singing with everything it meets and hugs on its way; when he saw the rain pouring down as thousand drops of tears kissing everything it meets; his mind decided that blue umbrella should go out with him. he liked to listen the sound of rain on his umbrella. and to be in its blue shade and to stare at the rain glistening with a bluish silver when it spilled down from his umbrella. and specially he liked when rain drops laid on his glasses, naked. he watched everywhere and everything through the blurry wetness of naked rain drops.
so it was another day like that. he was on the road listening to the rain and the wind. wind was trying to tell something but still was unable to manage its language. so he was standing by the bus stop without any command from his fate. she was crossing in front of his glasses.. carrying that blurry wetness with her.. he, being so sad to separate her from that blurry wetness, turned his head in to the rhythm of her walk.
she was not with an umbrella. she was the only one who did not have an umbrella with. she was in to the rain directly; opening her face to the rain the rain she made those tiny droplets to kiss her eyes.. she was orgasmic from the touch of thousand hands of the rain..
she was dancing.. it was a scene to see how her legs played with water streaming down.. she was making love with rain while every others watching it standing under the umbrellas.. black and white.. only he was blue..