The young man , sat on the park bench near to his lady love.The wind had subsided to the faintest intermittent whisper
"Isn't it wonderful?" asked the young man.
He got no reply.
She turned from her contemplation of the nature’s artistic skills and smiled at him.
He smiled back and took a deep breathe.She moved closer to him, rested her head on his shoulders.They were watching a small kid play by the fountain. The kid was happy and her giggles filled the air.
The young man whispered in her ears- "How about a rain to wash away the unknowable?"
She sighed and held his hands in hers and cuddled on his shoulders.
The young man sat, his head tilted back and looked at the pallid sky. He closed his eyes in contemplation.
A rain drop fell on her cheek, another on her eyelids, another on her foreheads; felt like soft kisses; each one fulfilling the inner self.
She opened her eyes. The air was cold, it surrounded her.
She looked at him. There were rain drops on his glasses, he was smiling at the skies, looking at it.
She smiled at him -"It's the rain, it’s really raining….. I mean" she said excited and giggled like the kid near the fountain.
He squeezed her fingers gently and nodded his head in response.
The rain drenched the green and the walkway, the kid near the fountain had taken shelter under a big tree. People stood up and started walking out of the park in an orderly chaos.
In the palm of her hand, she collected a few drops of rain and sprayed at him.
"You RAIN MAKER”- said she, giggled .
She sat closer to him; her heart filled with a new belief, she felt happy and glad.
He smiled and thought "I washed away the unknowable."
After hearing the narration, Sorcerer said to the Creator " It rained..Wow ! "
"Yes for five minutes. The Rain Maker had made many things happen since then. He believes in the universe, you know." replied the Creator.
"When you really want something, the whole universe conspires for that in your favor.....Hmmm..Mind is a powerful thing. It is! “added the Sorcerer.
"Maktub" said both at the same time
For A WORLD this is hard to believe.Apparitions are those thoughts shrouded in the white linen called practicality.
!!! BELIEVE !!!