Rains..

Rains are here, again.
And, so are my longings.
I don't know why but rains always invoke a longing inside me.
Longing to love, longing to be loved.

A long time back,  I used to miss the idea of you.
A faceless, nameless person.

Watching rains with me.

Now, that person has both name and a face.
Those longings are still here, but with a more fierce passion.

Longing to be with you, longing to sit together in balcony, sipping coffee and watching those tiny droplets flowing or an abundant water steam.

We won't have to talk. Not with words anyway.
Our silence, those little squeezes, our shoulders brushing with each other will convey our messages just fine.

There will be no words needed.
Just us, Our silence and Rains.