Rain.

Every drop of this downpour is like oil being added to the inferno of my woes. I discern every part of my heart singeing when the drops from the heaven fall on the scars, the scars that life gave me. Rain, this shower from eden, had always been something I had fancied all my life. It was a synonym of happiness to me. But today, it came along a tornado and took away all the euphoria and brought a bundle of sorrows wrapped in blue lightning and played a terrifying music that left me afrightened. A music that is still haunting me and even after all these hours I feel every beat of it thumping in my ears. The rain is searing me, every part of me, leaving me into ashes. Each ash uttering its own story, every flake singing the lyrics of its own melancholy. Oh life, how brutal are your realities. The chaste and pure rain cloaked itself with happiness and the closer I got, it revealed the terrifying face and rebuked each and every atom of mine, melting me, and in no time, I was just like those drops, flowing down, ceasing my existence.