The Metamorphosis

It was my first day without him, and I was already facing the heat.

It looked like it was going to rain. No sun. Yeah my sunshine was away; and there was no alternative.

I came to be the sunflower who worshipped the sun. But rains merged the distance. He said he would see me when we metamorphosed.

I wait for the time when the warm rays of the sun would turn to be the trickling drops of rain and I would be the rain flower; to sew in the distance that had clawed many a scars.

Metamorphosis is a function of time; and time heals everything.

 

He missed being on my petals, flowing down the stem at times; and I loved caressing him, making him flow like he never did.

For now, I am grooming to bloom; looking upwards to see a rain pattern. Black clouds give me a high.

I have a countless prayers inside me, that have now surfaced. Grant me my life.

The almighty assured me it would rain, and it will make me bloom. He smiled. I knew he was coming; and I couldn’t wait.

I knew he could see me, and so could I but with no complete metamorphosis, union was impossible…