The weather calls for a union. But I was forever skeptical of unions. After more than four months we cannot just start where we stopped last. His is an open life. A lot could and has happened. I do not want to consider multifarious options. But I get dreams where I see her getting him back. And it does perturb me. The rain forces me to do what I am not at all good at. Loving is not my forte. But ironically the weather is not same on the other side of the globe and perhaps will never be again.
When will we share the same sky?
When will it be that, when you say it’s raining, I can actually smell it pouring?