Often he gathers wool when it pours, and so
drowns in her thoughts and that overwhelming calmness. Those screams inside
stand silenced in the deafening thunder. Why doesn't he let them out and
lighten his load instead?
Alone she too braves the downpour tonight
and struggles staying composed. But the raindrops don't give her away. They
become her tears so nobody knows. They conceal her little secret.
Gut wrenching, isn't it? Doesn't rain imbue
us with the blues too? Why this everlasting blemish, its never-ending
association with gloom? Shouldn't it be a celebration? What those lovelorn
hearts have forgotten was when rain cooled their scorched selves and the
romance it induced to remedy their souls.
For me, rain is that fearless run to the
backyard as her mother chased her for a wipe. It is the utter neglect his
heart's arteries put up with because it would get criminal to not join in for
fried delicacies. It is ringing your neighbours' doorbells and then flitting
like a fly to the nearest hiding place. It is a bicycle ride on flooded roads
and a muddy splash in the puddles. It is a football match in the playground
that now has everyone in their balconies engrossed. It is the harbinger of
romance in those weary hearts on the verge of collapse. It is like love in its
nascent stage. It is what makes those free spirits chart on their cloud number
nine. It is the sigh you let out that only coffee beans can evoke. It is this
fleeting sense of tranquility that takes you over. It is that song you would
never want to end. That engaging euphony! Spellbinding.
But rain is a just metaphor I use to depict
how we are gifted at finding what we don't like even in the good things in
life. Ponder. Just give it one fresh look. Rain is no stranger to stealing away
sadness.
Remember there's good in everything not
going your way. You are destiny's child.Think. Well don't think, thinking too
much has done no one good. Just surrender to life's spell. Delve in the
surreality of it all.
Life's pulling way too much out from you,
way too fast. There's work, relationships and responsibilities. Stress is
lurking right around the corner. Life's handed you lemons, so lemonade you
make.
Don't contain yourself, for it is what
you'll have enough time for in your coffin. Crave for latitude, to surmount
those fetters and flee. Ah! That flight of inordinate joy, wings slapping those
winds of change. Consider the change.
Have your spirit rise above the mundane
making love with the magical. Rejoice in nature's colourful kaleidoscope. For
the fun inhabits in these infinitesimal things. Lull your inhibitions and
worries to sleep. Dive in that sparkling stream of rejuvenation and
rediscovery. Get a perspective.
There are no joys like the small ones. Let
go of the rain-shade and get drenched. Be a part of it, etch good-times and make
them last forever. Make them indelible.
