The Soulful Atom

Only recently I was thinking about how the rain has yet again disappeared after showing off lavishly for a few days.. I hoping very much for him to come down soon.. And in his full grandeur.. Today he did.. Not very fully or whole heartedly but he was there.. And today for the first time in my whole life i wished for him t go away for a while.. Just for a while.. Never ever before have i wished for this to happen.. Not even when there were exams to be written or work to be done.. I used to sit completely drenched but happy.. Cause it was he who had soaked me.. But today..
I love watching passersby stopping for shelter as he arrives unannounced.. But today..
The sudden gush of water hitting unwarned skin.. The goosebumps.. The Wet air and water dribbling all over the face, filling me with pleasure beyond imagination.. But today..
The cool air caressing the wet skin further heightening the joy.. The warm cuppa tea at the road side.. But today..

Today was was one of the many first times.. Today was the first time i wished for him to go away.. even for a while..

He poured on though.. Meekly, Like a kid who wants to show off a toy he managed to create by himself but gets shoved away by grown ups.. though unintentionally..

He was there for me.. Right after i'd wished he would come soon.. and then i pushed him away.. He poured on, all that he got for me, now wit a cracked heart.. But i could not undo it.. I could not un-wish it..

The varied stones lay there smiling silently bearing the satin, which tried to stay as calm as it could with all the wind blowing away at it.. Teasing it, tempting it to run away with him.. he gobbled up the flame and the candle lies wet too.. The glass is covered with tender frosty drops of water, instead of the destined wine.. The rain was all over them.. He possessed them, as if he was the real guest and they were his treat.. As if i was his.. There was a noticeable change in his tone when i expressed my displeasure, my disappointment.. It was just the time.. I didn't mean to be rude.. I couldn't be so with him.. How do i choose between two things i so dearly, deeply desire? Both couldn't be had at the same time..
If only there was a way.. A shelter.. From the cruel eyes of the watchful world..
Desires craved and burned in cool silence and still remain unrealized from the clutches of situations, not turned into ashes as yet.. and the rain will not let it happen either.. The strings still holding us back.. And yet something pushes us ahead..

And yet the stones lie there... still and waiting..
Perhaps,

For the Time Unspent..
Stolen by the Untimely Rain..