The Scent of Rain

It is a pleasant day and drizzling out there. A perfect day to spend time leisurely in warm shrugs. I poured the freshly brewed coffee in two beautiful porcelain white teacups and walked through my balcony to enjoy my hot cup of coffee with rain.

“Come! Grab your coffee.” – I called my husband while sitting on my balcony. The scent of rain and the aroma of my coffee made magic to my mood. When I take my first sip from the cup in the chilling weather, I tend to forget my whereabouts, my hurried life, and even me as a physical being. I saw an adorable teenage couple going by the rainy roads, hand in hand, and the other on their heads to get rid of the rain.

That scene of the cute teenage love birds took me to my teenage love...

That’s when we ran into our vast college ground damped by the monsoon rainfall. Soothing raindrops and calming breezes awaken an adrenaline rush in both of us. A gush of feelings ran through the strings of our bodies. With every single footstep towards each other, the density of the air in between us is depleting gradually. His soft lips met my rose lip gloss with passion. In just a splash of seconds, I pushed him away and turned back to leave. He grabbed my hand and pulled me close to his body. Moving my damp hair to the other side of my neck with a gentle touch of his fingertips, he started kissing on my neck from the back. My hands unintentionally caressed his hair while the heat raised by the hot breaths and the mild kisses were being cooled down with a splash of raindrops on my face and my rose lips…

A cool breeze from the back of my ear woke me up from my most beautiful daydream. It was my husband. “Enjoying without me?” throwing me faux anger and a sweet smile at the end.
My husband, the torchbearer, and my strength for this life have all the reasons to be loved unconditionally. “Yeah, Enjoyed till now…maybe not from now”- I added a little spice to his pretended anger. He gave me a disgusting look with a funny eyeball moment and set back in the chair with his coffee cup. The rain seems to be a longing guest for the day. I traveled many years forth from my teenage, but the memories still hold a place in my mind. Although beautiful, they tease me sometimes to create even more beautiful ones in my present. I heard them as I welcomed them and decided to make new memories that could tease them back.

Then, I walked close to my husband, took the coffee cup from his hand, sat on his lap looking straight into his tiny eyes, and…. made up the best memory for my next romantic rainy day.

Making better memories from yesterday and keeping them fresh just as the scent of rain is all I am busy with now.