It Rains in Scotland

When it rains in Scotland, It reminds me of home. I see the scattered raindrops making their way down the window, if it were home, they would graciously enter in. When it rains in Scotland, It takes me back to that August afternoon 3 years back, the raindrops danced at the tune of love, it wasn’t home but it felt like one. When it rains in Scotland, It reminds me of that cold cold February 1436 km between us. We usually have distance but this time our hearts felt apart. When it rains in Scotland, I find myself deep in thought, thoughts of you, us; when we were together. I find myself singing about you, us; now that we are 3200 km apart. When it rains in Scotland, I often go back to the time I sat in the cafeteria, trying to eat my feelings. I go back to him, he sat next to me, helped me gulp down my sorrows. When it rains in Scotland, I look back perturbed and find an unrecognizable version of my desolate self – staring in the abyss. When it rains in Scotland, I am reminded that even in the Coldest of the weather, there Is a warm heart, beating, enduring, Resisting; living.