The Boy, The Wind and The Rain

Boy was on his way home from his institute of learning. He was on the bus and as usual he was quickly lulled to sleep by the gentle rocking motion of the moving vehicle. This always happened and usually everything and everyone disappears and becomes non-existent. Boy snoozed till he came to his bus stop, but it was already too late to alight, and so, he missed his stop. As he kept himself awake so as not to miss the next stop, Rain arrived.

Rain fell from the grey skies, and pelted everything heavily and zealously. Boy liked Rain. He stared out at Rain, watching Rain do its thing. It was fun. Boy finally reached his stop, and alighted. He looked around at Rain and noticed that Wind was here too. Wind and Rain were good friends and were hardly ever apart. Boy wished he had a good friend like that too. Boy decided that Rain and Wind were playing too enthusiastically, and decided to buy himself a hotdog first. He finished his hotdog (with ketchup, chilli sauce and mustard) and walked to the entrance of the building.

Rain and Wind were still at it.

Boy decided to cross the overhead bridge and buy some groceries for his dinner later. He stepped into the supermarket and bought tubular pasta! He had been wanting to try it for ages already. He also purchased a can of sauce and a small tin of tuna. A simple dinner for a simple boy. As he stepped outside of the building, he noticed that Rain and Wind were less active. They were probably tired from all that frolicking on the streets and across the roof tops of vehicles.

Boy crossed the bridge again, and ran all the way to his bus stop. Rain did not let him remain dry at all, and pelted (gently) with heavy drops. Boy suddenly had an epiphany as he ran and felt the draps on his skin. The smell of Rain (and Wind) brought back memories of old, from Boy's childhood. There were days when Boy played with Rain, and reveled in Wind's gentle caress. Those days were days of innocence - the Age of Innocence. Alas, those days are but a distant memory...

Boy looked wistfully at the grey skies overhead, and listened as Rain became more energetic again...the sounds of the city were all painted on a canvas of Rain and Wind. Boy sat at the bus stop, resting and wiping a drop of water from his forehead, at the same time, Wind came and gave a gentle kiss on Boy's face. Memories flooded back, wistful, poignant and almost forgettable.

Boy, Rain & Wind...when will they all play together again?