Rain drops make a sound which seems to tug at a corner of my conscious, which tends to lie dormant or at least appears to be dormant at a glance. It may be the soft pitter-patter or the angry downpour, the sound of the rain appears to arouse the feelings of a discontent of something somewhere which still needs to be attended to, waking me (or is it the my alter ego) up from its dormancy, pushing it to the front.
There was a time when the rain brought about the feelings of despondence and just like the bearers of the rain - the dark clouds, a pall of gloom and darkness used to fill the heart; tears were easy to find. The simple act of breathing became treacherous and herculean, a task which required every cell of the will to act and make it a reality. The gloom was palpable, something that could be touched by extending the tip of a finger.
Well, that changed, like everything else does - life goes on.
The rain now brings a cheer to the heart, calls out in a seducing whisper to come and share the happiness that it brings to the lands. The tiny drops caress the parched soul of the soil, bringing forth a fragrance which had laid dormant, making the life within to quiver, transporting it from its deep slumber.
Rain whispers, tugging at the corners of y conscious still, but now the call is more calming. It talks and calls me to walk with it. Often I have wandered in the rains, taking my liberation - liberation from the prying eyes, eyes which question, eyes which follow, rationalizations which overwhelm, conjectures which distress.
Rain takes it all away, leaving an unconcerned and unmarred me behind.
There was a time when the rain brought about the feelings of despondence and just like the bearers of the rain - the dark clouds, a pall of gloom and darkness used to fill the heart; tears were easy to find. The simple act of breathing became treacherous and herculean, a task which required every cell of the will to act and make it a reality. The gloom was palpable, something that could be touched by extending the tip of a finger.
Well, that changed, like everything else does - life goes on.
The rain now brings a cheer to the heart, calls out in a seducing whisper to come and share the happiness that it brings to the lands. The tiny drops caress the parched soul of the soil, bringing forth a fragrance which had laid dormant, making the life within to quiver, transporting it from its deep slumber.
Rain whispers, tugging at the corners of y conscious still, but now the call is more calming. It talks and calls me to walk with it. Often I have wandered in the rains, taking my liberation - liberation from the prying eyes, eyes which question, eyes which follow, rationalizations which overwhelm, conjectures which distress.
Rain takes it all away, leaving an unconcerned and unmarred me behind.
