... rain, love story and the absent trace

When does it rain as it rains? Does it rain exactly when a lovers look for an engulfing moment? Does it rain when souls cry out their thirsts? Does it rain when the world becomes a bit carefree for what goes around always comes around? 

The biography no matter how short lived, first makes the light disappear and then shower with the blessings of water. Water is equalising, water is ecstatic, it flows, as life goes through modern times into the liquidity. 

Like the river flows through emptiness, the air suddenly becomes a bit more drunk that it usually is, lovers meet, touch, feel and become one. Momentarily and then the absent trace runs through the body that bridges the carefully kept secret. 

Let ther be mor rains, more gaps get bridged, more moments born like the lover's youth and mountains oldage and like the return of seasons!