Lost in the droplets and perished

The sky was overshadowed and was an expecting a downpour any time as if the clouds were filled with water which was about to burst out. Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky.It was almost a busy day on the road. People rushing to their homes after their hectic jobs.
She was expectantly looking at the sky so that it rains.She loved rain, the smell of the rain drops hitting the soil, the tickling rain drops, that can drench her.
She had fond memories of rainfall as a child.
She remembered the time w hen she used to run out of the house whenever it rained and off to dance around in the rain. As she grew older restriction put the locks on her feets, and then she was only allowed to make paper boats and set them free on the puddles.
Her feet craved to feel the wetness of the sand, the drops that fall from the infinity as if planting a kiss on her. Whenever she extends her hand out of the balcony to catch a raindrop to feel the pressure of holding it in her small palms, she observed the drop flowing down her hands and leaving her palms. The drops were like her, never ever wanted to be caged but when caged they perished themselves into the surface as if they never existed and became one with the surface leaving a small wet mark which gradually vanishes.
As she grew older again, things changed. She remembered her first month of her college, where she used to get out of her class with her bestie finding reasons to go out in the rain to feel it. She could still recollect the feel of the rain and the aroma that was spread across the college, it was a different feel for a teenager.
The moment she was out in the rain, even if it was a downpour or drizzle, she enjoyed it. The thoughts tickled her soul, where she used to have her umbrella in her bag, yet she enjoyed the company of her friend sharing the umbrella.In those times, the restrictions never tangled her, she was a lost soul, like an untangled flock of hair flying in the sky still linked to the roots.
She giggled at the memories that rain could bring into her. She missed the freshness of the rain and the amazing walk under a single umbrella holding her friend’s hands chitchatting about anything and everything.Those were the times when she hardly thought much and enjoyed the best time of her life.
The thought of her memories brought a smile on her face, but things have changed. Now there is no freshness in her rain, it was some random falls that never evoked her fondness. Everything has changed even herself.
She stood there with a bunch of people who were also like her standing under the shady areas to escape the rain. She stood there thinking for a while about nothing yet something.
Why she is running away from the rain, she loved so much once?
As she stood lost in thoughts wondering what exactly she was lost in. A hand grabbed her, and took her out into the rain, She sat right behind on the bike, and flew like a bird in the rain speeding through the light traffic, fondled by the drops reaching her every second from the sky.
She was happier again, felt like some kind of dip in the rejuvenating pond, all soaked up and drenched.The coldness was catching up to her body and the whispering wind was tickling her, but his presence was giving her the warmth.
She felt the rush of losing all the knots in her memories and enjoyed the moment as if she was floating in the clouds.