Boring rain and haunting ⛅

               It was December 12,2016 .I still remember it rained for full 24 hours. Don't imagine it as a slow drizzle but a fast and pouring rain...oops. My clouds have dumped enough rain...for the year. No one imagined that much enough ,so enough just to fill the city. I was busy with my thesis  though I didn't have any idea after that. It was dark the entire day. Thunder and lightning competed each other to threaten me.On that day I thought my home and dad after 2 years. the storm made a circle around my hostel.and didn't allow anyone to think of going out.

        That night storm filled my mind too so  I never  focused on the boring rain as I thought of the day I fought with my parents and leaving home town.Was I bad or selfish about my decision...still now I am not clear about that.within 2 hours the rain showed it's  pour and had 5 inches of water in my hostel.Crying under my  pillow realising I have lost myself,despite winning to my dad. It was a vertical rain and I had to literally hold on to something to keep me alive that night. I dialed my brother.... yes I was right he was waiting for my call ..

              Everything I owned was waterlogged including my ego.Waiting for the sun ,1400 Kms apart there was an innocent dad waiting for his little angel to arrive. Forgetting all their fights and just to hold her tight.ooh what a girl I have been to my dad.After 2 days the storm had paused...and the sun which I thought haunted mee for  long days rose as beautiful as never.The day I realised the art of the haunted sun ...and leaving behind the boaring rain . 

               The entire city was under water ..Waited for a week and of course my little charm whom I thought to be childish and I was wrong again  he had grown so big that he was enough to understand his sister's grief.He came and picked my baggage..only one in which I had my books remaining.I was ready to move with my parents breaking my passion . Started to leave, for the one last time I turned off to the library where I have spent my most time in that last 2 years. I had much debts to pay off....and atlast sold my car . just to pay debts...tears waited to roll on but I realised the city has got enough water and didn't need one more. I packed something which I saved. I left my dream city and never turned back.

             But till now I don't know why it had a taken a drencher to finally make me move out and admit that I have lost. Even though I had courage to put off my dream. Something I was missing yes...the bravery to meet my dad who knew his girl had lost. My journey to hometown started......