Awestruck, I sit here, gazing with wonder at these mighty droplet waves sailing ferociously across the sky. The trees, the leaves, my house plants, the windows all relenting under their daunting sceptre. The magic bewitches me and I reach out to feel its touch against my hands, but it eludes me, I am enthralled. I stand at the threshold dreamily watching this beauty dance to the lyrical wind. One moment it attempts embracing me, then suddenly it recedes, changes directions and moves away; challenging me to dare to challenge it. Vainly it shows off its strength to me as if to say, "What do you think of me now? Do you still dare to come near me? I doubt it." But I just stand there wondering, experiencing, marveling, nonplussed. Then like a little child demanding attention it suddenly kisses me on my face, awakening me from my reverie. I breathe the mint air as the maiden droplets brush against my face. Its coldness against my warm body enlivens me.
I muster up a little strength, take a step towards it but stop. Why do I stop? What do I fear? I stand clutching the post admiring these beautiful splashes bouncing off the wall and garden table, but don't dare to go beyond. It beckons me again, teases me too, but I can't move. I am content to have my soul washed by its virgin freshness, to have its simplicity engulf my mind and its loveliness resonate in my soul.
I open the door, the windows, pull a sofa and sit back, balmed by it. I muse over the puny wonder that is life. I wonder how similar it is to the rain. For most of us life beckons us, teases us, reaches out to us but we just stand by the sidelines, admire it pass us by. Funny how things are the way they are!
As though it understands, the torrent mellows down too, realising that the game we were playing is over. It is now drumming down slowly, rhythmically and is ebbing away as I sit and write about the beauty of the rain!
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