Dear Eve,
I have started loving the monsoon more than I ever imagined I could!
It’s hard to believe that before your presence graced my life I loathed this season from the depths of my soul.
The puddles I used to avoid are my jumping grounds now.
I remember you catching me by my cuffs, shoving me into the rain and compelling me to jump with you and splash water all around with those sparkly green eyes.
I can see you here in our garden; running to those rain lilies, taking the fallen ones in your hands, waving to me and shouting loud enough to wake the whole neighbourhood up : Hey Adam look! These lilies grow only in the monsoon, isn’t it great?!
You are spinning in the rain, all drenched, soaking the water from heaven into your delicate skin and pearly white smile.
You are placing those lilies in the space between your hair and the tip of your baby like ears, feeling all beautiful and giving a tough competition to nature itself!
You are here with me, walking the street, humming the tune of ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ by Gene Kelly.
Just like him, you snatch away my umbrella, toss it aside, run to the post lamp and swing yourself around it, stretch your other hand towards me and gently asking me to join you while saying ‘ I am singin in the rain, just singin in the rain, what a glorious feelin , I’m happy again’
I know you never liked me leaving my wet towel on the couch after taking a shower or a rain walk. So now, I carefully hang it on the rack to dry it.
I wash the cherries before eating them.
My coffee is no more dark, it has two spoons of sugar, and a bit of cocoa powder, just like the way you loved it.
It’s difficult to get accustomed to the rains splattering on my palms without your little hands resting above mine,
without you taking a handful of drops and playfully aiming & tossing them towards my eyes and making my face wet.
It’s deadly to wake up to the sound of rain hitting the glass and without your squeals of excitement at the sight of it.
I miss you in everything this rain touches
I miss you in those lilies growing in our backyard
I miss you in those puddles that now lie untouched by your delicate feet.
I miss you eve, please come back.
With love
Adam
