Watching The Rain Kiss A Coastal Town

As I sat there watching the northern rain gently spraying the beautifully tiled courtyard and the early spring blossoms, I remembered the days of my adolescence. I used to watch the monsoon rain douse the earth and soak the flowers with fresh torrents from heaven. Wind and rain, mischievous players; they stole my heart. They were my world and I adored them. I made love to the masculinity, the force, the strength and the constancy they represented. Nature was mine and I was his. The forces, they belonged to me and I owned them! Oh how foolish! How foolish was I? And then there was my passionate lover, the eternal one, the mighty one; the Ocean. Oh, how he sang to me when no one watched!! How he said the sweetest things; he inspired tender, forbidden dreams! I was scared. I was scared to realize the depths of my heart. Yet, I lost my heart easily and willingly. And do you know what the funny thing was? He never asked to be loved. It doesn't work that way, does it? He simply was and I loved that about him. Time and space; you see, they matter! How many days did I spend spinning up dreams that arrived with the rainy clouds! And the nights, Oh, the nights! I spent watching the moonlight kissing the coconut palms in a silent, sincere admiration! Oh, the nights! They were heavenly and I buried my dreams in the depths of the ocean.