Raindrops And Roses

I went for a walk after a fight with my wife. After a few miles, someone started to poke me at different places. It was rain. The poking started to gradually increase. Within the next five minutes, it started to rain heavily. I decided not to look for a roof. I sat there on the floor and looked up at the sky. I could feel each and every droplet of rain being hit forcefully onto my skin. Five minutes later I sensed a comforting feel of the earthy smell. I am drenched in the rain by now.

I saw a playground nearby and was curious to examine it. I sat on the swing and stared at the sky. Memories came floating into my mind. I remember the days where I used to play in the rain with my childhood friends. My wife was one of the groups of friends. After the rain got over she used to dry my hair to make sure that I don't get cold. Her mother used to prepare hot chocolate for us which was a perfect drink after you get drenched in the rain.

After having some fun in the rain it waved me goodbye and his friend drizzle accompanied me for the rest of my journey. 

I was walking my way home when I noticed a roadside florist shop. The lady in the florist shop had a sheet of plastic on top of her shop to cover it from the rain. I stopped by to look at the beautiful roses. The sprinkles of water around the rose due to the rain made it look even more stunning. I continued to walk and all of a sudden smell something very familiar to me. It was the aroma of hot chocolate. I wanted to meet this stranger who is responsible for this sweet smell which was lingering around the street. I followed the smell and it led me on to a path that I have seen before. I followed it until I reached the door.

The nameplate near the door had my name on it.

I opened the door and saw my wife waiting for me with a towel in her hand just like the old days. My hands were behind my back. As I took the hot chocolate in one hand I bent my knees and my other hand was raised up high holding roses.

The rain came into my life as a companion and made me a better man for my lady. The raindrops sprinkled upon me changed my thought process like magic. It squeezed out the ego and anger in me and filled with composure and love. Seven colors of light fell right onto our doorstep and then into our lives.