Love

Some say that love should be like the misty rains, coming softly but flooding the river. That it should be smooth, gentle, strong. Love is meant to be that thing which slowly fills you up till you're brimming with it.

I completely disagree. For me love is nothing like that, no misty rains, no slow filling or anything like it. For me love is like the thunderclap at cloudburst, it comes suddenly and seldom, but when it does, it envelops everything, there are puddles everywhere, lakes are refilled and rivers flooded. It cleanses the air of everything wrong. Everything looks better, feels better, tastes better, smells better. And just like the thunder-rain, it takes forever to dry up.

You always crave for it and you always know when its coming but it annoys you and entices you with its unpredictability. The time before it seems like an eternity, waiting for the onset of the monsoon, but once it starts, time gallops till the time you had in the presence of the clouds seems like a fleeting moment, a flash in the pan. You know there's nothing you can do but wait till it comes again, an entire eternity away.

Eventually the only man who got it right was Poe: "We loved with a love that was more than love"...