He could feel the coldness of the air. The warmth and pleasure of yesterday were no more to be indulged. He was soaked to the skin. The downpour stormed viciously and showed no signs to subside. He was alone, standing on the side of the shop, taking refuge from the merciless rain. He waited and waited. He  got bored and tensed with the atmosphere. He yearned for something wicked, audacious and entrancing. The rain was still pouring heavily. He looked at the ruthless rain, deep. He started to feel the anticipation and the good side of the rain. The rain seemed alluring. The drizzle drenched him deliberately trying to seduce him to go drowned with the coldness and freezing-ness. He wondered. He craved to indulge into the enticing water, drenched in it. He yearned to feel the freshness of the raging rain.But  He stopped and He wondered.

If life is just simply like the downpour. Tempting and captivating with a tad of exhilaration in it. If his life were like the thrilling rain, it would be easier. He wanted to get soaked with the rain. He wanted to feel the bona fide of life and being himself. However, he stopped abruptly. His life is not as easier as the rain. Perhaps the rain has an intriguing side than the dreadful part that he always feels.

Yes, life is alluring. To be contented and enjoying life is simply easy. Life is not a destination; it is a journey, full with uncertainties. Happiness can be a disaster in disguise and vice versa. Tainted it is that the alluring life eventually will give not the pleasure but the appalling consequences of the excitement. That is the absurd certainty of his genuine life. It is indeed hard to be him. The true him. He grinned. He is what he is. He remembered something- It doesn’t matter how you look, or how people look at you, what’s important is how you look at yourself- He is what he is. He went berserk and trotted into the middle of the rain. He was soaked to the feet, enveloped by the drizzle. It was rejuvenating and he felt so new. He was re-born and replenished.

In gusto, he was running in the rain. The coldness sent shiver down his spine but he paid no heed to it. He was enjoying his life. People would give him a bizarre gaze. Cars would stop to see what was this crazy man doing in the middle of the raging storm yet he could still carve a smile.

He was spinning around until he felt nauseous. He sat to catch a breather. He was worn out but one thing for certain was, his heart was content. And that had made him smile.

p.s. He can make it through the rain.