I was waiting for the train then. The rain, which had been showered on the dry soil, have poised me and chilled the soil. The sound of the rain drops became the lifeblood of my heart. In my later life, that rain became a companion to me.
The sound of those drops turned to be the heartbeat of mine . It has been a comfort to me in times of distress.
A cloud of something had formed inside to tell to her. Even though the preliminaries of life did not allow the cloud to pour down, I had just jot down in the diary to tell her later: "That cloud was my love for you dear ......."
