It’s raining hard………….now.

I found him at last but ……

It’s …….countless ages ago.

My dislike turned to like.

My ignorance turned to care.

My care turned to love.

My wanting turned to longing.

My missing turned to deep mourning.

And my unspoken felling that I kept for century of ages,

turned to ashes, wiped away by tears of regret,

but the pain still remains.

Would the deep mourning turn to rejoicing?

Is this the end of my long, long journey or is it just the beginning of………..?

And the rain still raining so hard………

Noon to evening on bright August, S. Monica