when i get back to me, i get back to you

her mom says when she was born it had been raining..it was not a regular rain..but it brought about the same old relief..or may be it was just her thought when she looked at her baby girl for the first time. it could be the reason that the girl felt herself mingled with the rhythm of raining...whenever it rained she used to stand aside the veranda or watch the rain on her window for hours. that is when she watched them for the very first time...it started raining and she was stretching her hands out of the veranda grills..trying to hold the raindrops in her tiny palm.. & then she looked at the rickshaw carrying them...to her utter amazement she saw the couple out in the pouring rain..without the hood over their heads..soaked all over yet so much happy...& no mom screaming over them that they will catch some terrible cold!! the child used to love rain so far...but beyond her conciousness she held that image of those two from then on..those two seemed to be some heavenly angels just as the perfection of that beautiful memory. since then...while it rained she waited for that moment to recur... from then on...at times when she played with her paints & brushes on the canvus..she tried to portray them with all her shades of emotion... time passed by..& the child grew up...she began to know the passion that draws two persons out in the devine drops fallen from the stars...like abundant blessing over their bond of unity. then she came to know him...came to know the other end of her world..& like the perfect love story they fall for each other... & the boy..the love of her life..her own precious idol...just like that perfect fairy tale was there to fulfill her ever cherished dream. that day with raindrops redefining their every feelings...it was everything she had been dreaming about. everything she had been waiting for. dripping wet..shivering in cold..but the warmth in each other's eyes made the girl cry in silence & the tear drops blended with the rain water fell on his hand..& he smiled..so happy they were at that moment. that girl still waits in her veranda...watches the rain outside & relentlessly feels the raindrops inside her ... someday...some other day it will rain like that day...it will bring the boy back to her... the new portrait she paints with all the beats of her heart & waits for becoming true. that girl...like the child who never grew up still waits aside the path while it rains & her heart sings to her "Rain rain go away, Come again another day,"