Raincoat

There is something so endearing about rains and us. Right from our first date. It was a rainy evening and you were a good 30 minutes late and couldn't be more sorry. To this day you continue to be late; though you're not as sorry now :/ 

Our first date was quite an eventful one. You stormed into the bar angry, agitated, cursing the rains. You walked in wearing a raincoat. I was like who the fuck uses a raincoat these days. But once you got off the raincoat you looked drop dead gorgeous. 

It took 2 drinks and a fuck ton of ranting about the rains for you to calm down and smile finally. And another couple of drinks to get chattier and a few more to unleash yourself. Do you even remember how drunk you were? We had to leave your bike at the bar and get you a cab. You wanted to talk more and I got onto the cab and madam started snoring  within two minutes. 

Have I ever told you how beautiful that nose ring is? Million stars on the sky wouldn't be enough to beat that diamond stud on your nose. 

So yes. That was quite an eventful first date wasn't it? You were chatty, loud, obnoxious, 'burpy', clumsy, highly opinionated, snored like a pig and unbearably dorky. That's when I decided I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Only an idiot would miss out on a dork like you. 

It was raining then; it is raining now. As I turn my gaze away from the Raindrop embedded windows towards you, I see you driving. You're still ranting, cursing the rain. And I see the nose pin.. it shines like a crazy diamond!!