The sound of raindrops tapping on the windowpane and the CGI sheet roofing filled the cosy little cafe, creating a soothing symphony that seemed to echo the rhythm of my heart. I had always loved rainy days, the sound of raindrops on the roof is always so soothing to the ear.
A beautiful young lady was sitting in front of me at a distance at the other corner of the cafe near the window.
Her lovely black long hair is open and dancing in the wind, her beautiful pair of black eyes captivating much like a piece of art, it is a rich deep shade of black that draws me in with its intensity creating a mesmerizing effect and leaving a lasting impression. The shape and expression of dark lashes light up with joy and warmth enjoying the rain outside. Each glance speaks volumes, telling a romantic story, framed by a delicate face with enchanting beautiful eyes with a pink cheek sparkled with every lightning flash outside. She was lost in thought, her fingers tracing the condensation trails on the glass.
I couldn’t help but be captivated by her presence, and a sudden surge of courage compelled me to approach her. With a friendly smile,I asked, “Mind if I join you?”
Startled, she looked up from the mesmerising raindrops. A smile crept across her face, and she nodded, welcoming his company. “Not at all. It’s nice to have some company on a day like this.”
As I settled into the seat in front of her, he introduced himself, “I’m Amrit.”
She extended her hand, “I’m Pori. Nice to meet you, Amrit.”
Our conversation flowed effortlessly as if we had known each other for years. We talked about our shared love for rainy days, favourite books, and childhood dreams. With each exchange, we discovered more things we had in common, deepening our connection.
Outside, the rain intensified, creating a cosy cocoon around us. The cafe’s soft lighting and the pitter-patter of raindrops made it feel like we were in our own world, far removed from the bustling city.
As the hours passed, we realized we had lost track of time. I, feeling a connection I hadn’t felt in years, leaned closer to Pori. “Would you like to go for a walk in the rain?”
Her eyes lit up with enthusiasm. “I’d love to.”
we paid our bill and stepped out into the downpour. The raindrops were cool and refreshing, drenching us in seconds. Pori’s laughter was like music, and I couldn’t help but join in.
We strolled along the wet streets, hand in hand, our fingers entwined. Raindrops clung to our hair and clothes, and we didn’t care. At that moment, we were free, immersed in the beauty of the rain and the joy of each other’s company.
We soon found shelter under a tree, our clothes clinging to our bodies, and our hearts pounding in their chests. The world seemed to fade away as we gazed into each other’s eyes, our faces inches apart. The anticipation of a kiss hung in the air, like the sweetest melody.
My fingers gently traced Pori’s cheek, and she closed her eyes, savouring the sensation. My lips met hers, and it was as if the rain had paused to witness our first kiss, the world hushed in reverence.
Our kiss deepened, and the raindrops continued to fall, washing away our inhibitions. Time seemed to slow down as their passion ignited, a beautiful flame fueled by the rain’s embrace.
Eventually, we broke the kiss, our foreheads resting against each other. I whispered, “I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”
Pori smiled, her large black eyes shining with affection. “I’ve fallen in love with you too, Amrit.”
At that moment, the rain gradually stopped, and the sun began to peek through the clouds, casting a warm, golden glow on the world around us. It was as if nature itself was blessing our love.
Hand in hand, we walked back to the cafe, our hearts overflowing with happiness. we knew that this rainy day had brought us a love as pure and beautiful as the raindrops that had brought them together.
Rajat
06/10/2023
Guwahati
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