When the skies opened up

They had planned to go out that day. At seven that day, they were going to get together the first time after college. They had met several times before but it was never planned though. It was an ordinary evening just like any other. Nothing was out of place. Solozzo Plato and Tommy Rego had started from work in the former's bike at 6:30. A Long breezy travel, it was. Tommy was in his full range of emotions that day, popping at every instance he could. Anyone else would have mistaken him for a lunatic that day, but Solozzo, fully knowing what Tommy had been through lately, could fully well understand his emotional state. Heracles the third of the four caught up with them on the way and they managed to reach the place on time. With Mr Gunther, informing that he would be late, the three waited, wiling time away, each narrating how his love life had been in the past. Heracles had the ultimate story that day. He had just finished narrating how he had rejected a woman, and was feeling all sorts of emotions right from superiority, pity, guilt, and even lust.

Gunther finally arrived and they all had the dinner at the place. Whilst their moods changed from worse to gentle and then to delight, as they caught up with whatever they had missed in the others life in the last couple of years, the weather outside had done the opposite. It started to pour all of a sudden without any preemption. There they passed away their time eating, at delicacies which were not alien to them, but delicious none the less. They also discussed on what each of them had in store for the future.

They finished their meet, each taking photographs of the other in the balcony of the first floor, the mind however flashed away even faster, as it sensed that this would turn out to be a crucial moment in each persons life. The weather was also relentless, as more rain kept pouring. It was during one of these flashes, came nature's first flash of the night, a flash more intense than any light that could be produced by humans. Yes it was lightning. And was it beautiful. The plain eye would suggest that there was only one colour there. There was white light of the lightning, and there was also the absence of light, the pitch dark sky. But that white light amidst the clouds, seemed to provide thought a myriad of colours each lasting less than an instant.It seemed as though at that moment that the heavens had marshaled all its armies and had set out for a battle against an enemy unknown, the thunder providing the battle drums. Such was the spectacle that beheld them that night. They were frozen for the next ten minutes held a mere spectator to the awesomeness that was nature, the all powerful. After all what can humans do when nature decides to display its magnificance, it power, nonchalantly reminding the human his place in the ultimate design.

It was then an agreement was reached. They all agreed. (The contents of which cannot be divulged now but at a later point in time.). It was nothing formal, but great efforts of humans start anything but formal. They start on a strong feeling of comradry, togetherness, and on a common outlook. And on that day they all shared a common outlook and that was enough.