The downpour started.
Fortunately or unfortunately.
They had to meet.
But they were trapped.
For a moment.
For a lifetime.
Wishing.
Lighting strikes.
They look up at the same sky.
A strong breeze blows.
Carrying their sighs.
The connection is made.
He spotted her.
In the distance.
She looked different.
And indifferent.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
But she wasn’t even looking.
And then as if by reflex. She turned.
Their eyes met.
She smiled.
They had a lot to talk.
He wished the rain would stop.
And it did.
posted by J @ 6:39 pm
Comments: 2
2 Comments:
In perfect synchronicity of which so many speak but rarely achieve?
As it turned out she was deaf, blind and mute...she was smiling coz she could feel the raindrops on her...the only thing she could sense...and coz he wished the rain away she will never talk to him!
btw....:) changed the template 2 days ago...used the code from your blog and changed the background image...hope that is ok :) ..used to be the boring blogspot template...!!
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