He, she, weather and people

Wind blew past him. The door and the window were not in parallel. A turbulence soothed his skin that had been almost burnt in the heat of the day. The rain was mild. He picked up his guitar. No, he wasn't very good at it but he could sometimes compose. He had written a few songs. But today wasn't such a day. He strummed the strings randomly and anything he played, became a tune he had never heard before. At that moment, he could control the emotions of music. He knew which notes together would lend dismal tone while which note would make the music perfect for fiestas. Turbulence in fluids cause mixing but turbulence in his thoughts caused separation. A separation of emotions. He gained control which he could never do. Certainly thoughts must not be fluid but then how do they flow so easily? He played for 10 minutes but he never felt like writing those down. So no proofs exist for that moment of genius. He kept the guitar back as spontaneously as he had picked it up. Wind had stopped. So had rain. It was as if the climate realised that turbulence had cooled things down, resolved everything. Now heat needed to prevail again. But his skin won't burn now. He had grown immune to all of it.

The rat race continues. She picked up her notebook and the pencil started to work. People surrounded her at any moment but they kept moving. A handsome guy went past and glanced towards her for a moment and the drawing started to transform into something pleasant. But then a friend screamed and the sketch was spoiled. Her eyes followed the people. She could read the thoughts of people going around and all affected the picture. They say creations are inspired. Her was in so many different ways. The sketch was nearing its completion. Everytime it started to look good, she became careless while whenever it looked bad, she frantically tried to cover up. The problem was that she didnt have an eraser. The night rose. People suddenly disappeared around her as bell stuck nine. The sketch remained incomplete, it was beautiful but it was incomplete and could never be completed.

Climate never knows what people want. It may happily rain, hoping to help the thirsty people but there may already be a flood in the region and it may end up getting cursed. What people desire is sometimes controlled by the actions of weather's predecessors. But weather at that point of time never knows what had happened earlier. Even people do activities that hurts the climate. The temperature is gradually rising. And people now know about it. Though they are trying to curb away from these activities but climate is still getting hurt. The story of weather and people may never be a happy one, but the truth is, they are a necessity for each other. Else his skin would burn and she wont have anyone to follow.