A Letter to Rain

[ You have come again with your majestic insouciance…
You have come with all your charms and pleasures ...
and for some near-pessimists like me, you have come with all your gloom and melancholia, knocking off the box that was so carefully built through out the year to keep us covered in a “forgetful” warmth. You make me sick, you put me off. You only leave me blue and bereft.
Here I’m writing an open letter to you…]

Dear Rain:

Stop whining…. there is no use of it anymore.
Yes I know how I loved you for a long time… yes I remember how I have run out of my house again and again to feel your touch on my face…yes, I admit that I felt drums beating in my veins when I came close to you… yes, I confess that you have poured in so much happiness into my soul that I no longer sought it anywhere else. I remember how you have loved me softly in many occasions and how sometimes you have grown wild and came whip-lashing on me…. yes, you have given me those rare moments of magic when sheer physical pains metamorphosed into frenzied ecstasies…

When you came to me, I always held you close… I had you all over me…I drowned myself into your passionate embrace… but I could never hold you back. I have agreed to all your playfulness, didn’t I? But I could never make you stay.

Baby, I need you but I won’t want you anymore. I will never ask you to stay or to make a promise of returning to me... There is always someone who loves you more…there is always someone who needs you more. Do I not know that? I am closing my windows on you. Yes, my love, I disown you tonight. I am liberating you from me, your unbearably possessive lover. I will only be a voyeur (and not a victim anymore) of your spectacle. I will be watching you from a distance, but only with an artistic detachment.

Yours,
Sharmee