Suddenly one drop on my cheek…..two drops on my stretched hands…….and finally heavy shower………… I am getting wet but can’t move…. But why? Am I happy with this….? Do I want to get shower with the rain water...? Or something else…? This is such a usual and also memorable scenario which reflected on my mind every now and then. Still now I can’t forget that tear-jerking day at all. He was leaving me forever and I was simply inept to do anything. Everyone loves to glimpse rain but when I see rain; my mind also embarks on raining. Few days before I was sitting beside my window and looking at as far I can see. It was raining so heavily that I couldn’t see even the nearest tree from my window at all. Trying heart and soul to discover my frontage, I just made my eyes sleepy. I dragged my pillow and released my body over the bed. Nothing exceptional I started to think of our relation and our sweet memories one after another. At a snail's pace, I lost my forbearance power and began to cry. I cried myself to sleep and dreamt one of our sweetest drizzle memories. It was in the middle of last year. We decided to go for random visit. That was a cloudy day as well and when we were roaming here and there, suddenly it started raining. It was just running in my mind that I had to return home arid. I looked at him helplessly but he was relaxed. He just rushed towards the nearest shop holding my hand. We were running on the free road that made me so childish. For a time being I just forgot about getting wet. I got my sense back when he shook me to pick out my umbrella from my bag. I wondered ourselves in a broken grocery shop and that was closed. And fortunately there was a bench in front of the shop. We sat together and enjoyed the rain under a single umbrella and that was something very unique to me. The rain came to me just like Shower of Happiness. Suddenly I came back to my much known world from my dream hearing the heartbreaking tune. "বৃষ্টি ধুয়ে দেয়, কান্না-জলটা তোমায় নিয়ে..……...” After such a dream, the song instantly made me silly to control my emotion. In a second, I burst into tears and the heavily rain which was pouring seemed to me just like Shower of tears. What I can say now is after his departure; to me rain is just a symbol of sorrow. I just console myself by thinking that I am not alone. The sky also wants to share my pain raining. From that day the sky also cries with me when my heart can’t bear the pain of parting. The effect of lighting shows my sprinkled mind whereas the sound of thunder echoes my heart breaking crash. The pain of broken heart is unbearable as well as every drop of tear expresses the dreadful bloodshed of my heart.