A Short Romance on a Rainy Day

He was standing in the garden under the sky lit with the reflection of the hazy, gray clouds. The rain was pouring…not incessantly though. It was not blinding, so I could see him standing in a distance amidst the greenery..All the green that the lush grass could provide complimented the foliage that appeared even darker as they were wet with the falling rains. He stood there clad in a white shirt and denim. The combination that made him look best as it revealed his personality (as I knew it or had come to believe it was) The rains had soaked him …his hair, his face, his shirt... which was open at the neck clung to his body dripping water at the sleeves. His fair skin showed against the soft wet fabric, which made him look celestial. As if he was a part of the hazy clouds of the sky. He was standing bare feet on the grass…and by simply looking at him I could feel the softness of the grass under my own feet. The water of the rain…lucky droplets they were fell on his head and trickled down his face. Some dropped off his ears, some trickled further down his neck. Some particularly interesting droplets I traced were resurfacing on his forehead after being divorced from the rest of the stream that followed the course of his hair and directly dropped to his nose. These droplets trickled down his forehead passed by the nasal ridge….perfect in its formation and touched his lips. His lips were redder than usual, perhaps due to being exposed to the rainwater impact for the prolonged time being. The coalesced water molecules as a congregation ran down his lips..Down…down..Down his wet neck. I could see them fall down the bridge of his throat and roll down between his collars down to his chest. The continuous flow of water that touched his lips, his neck, and his chest (at least the portion visible, thanks to his single button not “buttoned up”) made me fall in love with him more than I had ever felt before. Left in a trance I looked at his face, confused at my own overwhelming desires. He was looking at me. A slight confusion marring his otherwise straightforward look. I was happy that his endeavors to hide this emotion had gone in vain. After a long pause I realized we were not far apart. We were close to each other. And I too was standing in the garden. Wet in the rain, sharing the same space with him. I loved him more than I ever had.