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Rainy

Yesterday I got wet in the sudden torrent that poured upon me as if some naughty child was standing above the cloud, hiding with a bucket full of water and pouring it on those he liked to see wet. I say this because when I looked up at the sky, I could see only an umbrella shaped cloud right above us with clear sky beyond. You know that feeling when you feel the moon stalking you everywhere you went? The same was with the cloud. It went wherever I went and seemed to relish following me, winking with brief flashes of sunlight. I clutched my bag and hoped that all the people who were staring at me from the shelters of shops and homes as if I was a strange Venusian come down to earth, would not see through my joyous intention of getting wet and trying not to become a see-through. A mother who came out to show her child the rain, looked at me walking leisurely in heavy rain and went inside with disbelief. I wished for tears so that at least once I could cry without being afraid of others seeing me, but did not succeed because all sorrows seemed silly in rain and I just wanted to enjoy.

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