sky, before we could settle to the thought it might rain, there was a downpour. The sound of the heavens clashing and a scintillating weather that wearied almost every mundane weariness was a beauty. We could not even stand there at the entrance of that eating joint to watch the rains as the heavy dews were ferocious.
After restlessly waiting about 7-12mins, my husband proposed something. In a jiffy we were outside embracing the spine chilling Niagara and was thoroughly drenched before we could fully get down the stairs on to the parking lot. I felt the top layer of my skin benumb as the refrigerating winds chilled me to my bone. Though I complain so much, it was a phenomenal 20 minutes ride I may not forget (I don't trust my memory though :P). My husband accelerated his bike and went on against the deluge wooting and making excitable noises shuddering off his numbness and tingling. Being a pillion, I took maximum comfort hiding behind my husband's vast shoulders, holding my hands together prayerfully and sneakily looking up even as my jaws kept kicking each other in continuous rhythm.
The ride was exhilarating. The raindrops felt like dragon clonks, poking and hitting our eyes, forehead, face and everywhere. Our vision got blur as the torrents evaded our focus making us lose direction even as the black clouds got darker. With much haste and careful judgement we rode home ardently. My husband thoroughly enjoyed the ride and I enjoyed admiring him even as he got impishly eccentric watching the rains and drenching himself in its sleet with sheer joy. Its so true that the young at heart are the ones who can laugh at anything and enjoy even the little things in life.
I felt magical. There was a new-found love for my husband as I watched him choosing to get wet and wanting me to be a part of this rhapsody. That night in the rains inched me closer to his love, making my marriage a little more stronger.