It is raining, and raining profusely at that. And I take this particular opportunity to sit down and write. On this particular occasion, I don’t cast around for topics; am not at a loss for words. Rain makes me wake up to Life once again, and observe its moves and whims with renewed interest. It stirs in me emotions that define me, my essence. I can’t restrain myself from taking part in the celebrations that are sparked by the soft thud of rain.
What celebrations, you ask? Do you see that sapling getting drenched in rain? Yes, it seldom appears as beautiful as it does now. Rain drops fall, pitter patter, drenching every part of it. The leaves, the stem respond with nods, and shivers, as the rain drops slide off them, as reluctantly as two lovers parting at the end of a romantic rendezvous. The sapling is the perfect picture of contentment, a contentment that you feel, when you are in love.
And then slowly, in gradual degrees, the deluge is reduced to a drizzle. The sapling is a bit sad – the moment of parting has come. But then, the sapling can still feel the touch of rain on her – the happiness within, makes her a pretty sight. She knows that they are not parting forever. They will meet again, and again, and again…to celebrate Love and celebrate Life.
And Nothing Else Matters!
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