Rain- A Short Story

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The clouds burst into droplets. The sky cries its loud moans, and the peacock danced in the forest. Stood this girl, cute, had a beautiful ponytail, walked in elegance, the rain poured on her, and she danced in it, like the peacock dances, laughed, her laugh was the most beautiful. her eyes see me, sitting in one corner looking at her. But she didn’t care. She danced, her cloth dripped from water, and she hips swayed, evoked passion in me, ignited, an embrace. This girl, this beauty, is the only thing I hate and love the most. The moment I saw her, she trapped me into her, she swayed her hips away and swayed my character, with her dangling ponytail and times I died and I became alive whenever she laughed at my jokes. She killed me, keeps killing me every day. 

The day when I first saw her, I have been writing the stories of love. Another rain, burst the clouds another year, in another time, I was again sitting in one corner reading the love letters I wrote to her but never showed, and stood a girl, matured, old, her skin weary, dressed dreary, she stood in the rain and danced again. She danced all her worries away, she cried and danced her pains. Her hips swayed again in rain, her ponytail dangled, her eyes bright had tears washed away by the rain and I saw her smiling her worries through the rain. 

I walked to her and danced, touched each other and glanced. Our eyes met each other after years of solitude, we burst our pains away swaying our hips, and me holding her in my arms. She’s like someone I knew in past, she had the same ponytail one had a year ago, in the same rain she danced and trapped me, and when I came out of the trap, here stands another girl, in the rain. 

“What is your name?” I ask.

“oh you know me?” she tells. 

“What?” I ask again.

“I am the girl in the rain,” she told. 

“A girl in rain, who dances in vain, and takes people’s souls away, trap them into tiny prisons of love and desire and never let them free. I’ve come here to trap you again. Come let’s fall in love with my beauty, danced our worries away, while I teach you how to love someone again, and break you, and trap you forever” she told. 

“No, not now, I know love, it is a poison, I don’t choose to be entering the prison,” I told. 

“You got no option, you’re in love, trapped,” she said. 

“But I choose not to love anymore, cause the pains, you gave me, by cutting my veins, and protruding me into you, I fell astray to your love, it pained me a lot,” I said. 

“let see, I will come in another rain, and take you away,” she told.

She swayed her hips away, with dangling her ponytail, she bright eyes glistened and laughed her beautiful laugh, came a man who hugged her and fell in her love. They kissed each other and they had whatever they had without their clothes on. I stood in extreme jealousy, watching them dance the hateful dance of love, she trapping the little imbecile man in her cast of love and locking his hands. She held him tight and walked in away, swaying her hips and dangling her ponytail away. He walked with her, laughing and smiling, but someday, this happened to me.

Now, I hate rains, it pokes my veins, shakes my head, and cobbles me up. I avoid whenever someone dances in rain, I walk past by hem. She still comes to haunt me in my dreams, her little lips kissing mine, while she makes love to imbecile man in love feeling the divine. Our love was a timeframe which lasted till the timer lasted, ended the way she wanted to end, and it went ghasted. My life has been living by avoiding love. Who knows, one fine day, one fine evening, or night, one fine weather, when the clouds shake and cries, and stands the same girl, with dangling ponytail and swaying hips dancing and taking me all in her. 

I dance with her she kisses me, makes love, but she locks my hands in her handcuffs and takes me in her prison. She keeps me, locked away, alive in love, kills my soul, and kills my passions away. Only when I’m free of loving someone, only when I’m obsessed she releases me, but how can I ever come out of this jail you locked me into. 

Obsessed I sit across my room, wailing, you’ve realized me from your jail called love, but I want to go back again. Take me back again, I want to hold you, make love, kiss you, and dance in rain, take me inside prison again. 

Again I sit in the corner of the heaviest rain, but no girl comes dancing and swaying her hips again with her dangling ponytail. The rain stops but I sit, yearning to go back and get imprisoned, but, where is the girl in the rain who took away my pain, taught me how to love and forgot me like I was nothing, jailed me, made me obsessed with her and released me, where is she?

Where had she gone? Has she gotten trapped in someone’s love or she’s trapped a permanent lover with her? 

Where is the girl in rain?