[ Fiction ]
Someone forgot to latch me before leaving home long long time back. They haven't come back in years and I am afraid myself and this entire home is abandoned. My young thought then was that they are going for a long vacation; now I think who has time for their rusty roofs and old windows in their country home?
The stopper is down, preventing me to fit in my place by chance either. Flinging between the outer wall and my own frame has been the only certainty of life ever since they've gone. Crying hinges, joint-loosening smacks and shakeups in merciless winds is my new existence. Dust and dirt make their way through me into their home and unsavory eyes and intensions glimpse through me onto the desolate floor of their home.
Someone watches me from the opposite balcony in every summer vacation. That is the only solace of silent summer afternoons while getting baked and seeing my paint layers curve and peel off.
But today...it is that time of year again. There is electricity in the atmosphere. The air has gotten wet and confused. After an afternoon of directionless weak turbulences, I am calling for a downpour full of conviction.
And it seems to have begun. The drops that started their journey from high above are caught in cunning surprise mid-air by opportunistic gusts of wind hijacking them for a wild ride down to earth. I see myself and the ground below smiling at this play. People are out in their balconies and evening plans are changing in homes around me.
The next morning:
Last few drops are running off my corner from the last night's rain. The dust has settled; there's mud on the house floor and I am calm. The air is steady and the star has risen and is on its way to midheaven making today what promises to be a glorious day with bright clouds floating in the sky.
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