RAINFALL

“Count on me as the rainfall,” you indistinctly gestured it, but your eyes lingo’s clearly told me just that. It was the first thing came up in mind with no reasons at all, no explanations either. You don’t need such things, do you?

I always love rain as I enjoy reading the language on your face. It is a gift from the universe, but an overwhelming one will lead into calamity. It makes the buds sprouted, but in the other way around causes flood. Forget about human intervention on the last one! That’s not what I currently intend to talk about. Or perhaps, I don’t want to end up in a never ending debate which always wins you.

And your face which is suddenly becomes rain in my eyes, splashes alphabet in random order. It mostly comes as drizzle, but sometimes poured out heavily. Trade your eyes with mine, and you’ll discover how rich yours with space. One gigantic world, but tiny enough for me as you’re the only dweller on it. Both of us could possibly step on the same meadow, but there’s no guarantee we perceive the same grass.

“I begin to believe that you’re such a rainfall in human form,“ I whispered to convince myself. I am wet enough already before you came but I have no answer why this umbrella did nothing. The denser the clouds who sent you, the more I found myself dry. Perhaps, that’s why I don’t need this umbrella.

And at last, I found myself rotten …

Transformed into liquids …

Diluted …

Aqueous …

But still, eagerly to be showered by the rainfall: you.