Rainwater

RAINWATER

I sat under the cool canopy of the apple blossom tree, its leaves casting a beautiful shadow on the hard red earth. It had been really hot now for weeks and the entire community was looking to the skies for the blessed relief of rain. I could hear the distant rumble of thunder and feel the air pregnant with moisture. I held my breath knowing the rain was coming and could feel small bubbles of excitement rising from within me. I could barely contain myself.
Then I heard it, the rain started to hit the ground and I waited. Then I felt it , it was making its way through the leaves and landing on my skin. I stuck my tongue out and walked out from under the tree to enjoy the cool stinging rain we had all waited so long for.
I loved the rain…It told stories , so many fascinating stories because it was so very old. Rain knows. If it could speak each raindrop would be able to tell so much. How it was there at a particular battle between a certain T-rex and triceratops. It could tell of how many men it had embraced in who knows how many wars. Of how it had joined the seas and seen so many strange and wonderful creatures and vessels created by men to adventure upon before being called to the skies again. It would tell how it had kissed the sun baked earth and restored life there after years of drought….A single raindrop could tell so much. The knowledge of the earth and wisdom of the stars is contained in rain. It is and always will be one of mankind’s greatest gifts.
I could feel the rain now soaking into my skin as it had got through my light summer dress. I would be going away to study abroad in a few weeks and the thought made my heart heavy. I had always lived a quiet life and been left to my own devices until now that was. I knew that my life was about to change irrevocably. Life is like the water cycle. Born with the rain it enters its own small streams of family groups. Slowly and without any real warning you are swept into rivers which though startling still allow you to retain some level of individuality. With even less warning we are flung out into the sea of life to become completely assimilated, to be a part of a whole, part of one moving expanse. To face trials and tribulations, to face crises riding on the crest of a wave all the while indistinguishable from any other wave as it crashes to shore. Finally after paying our tribute and perhaps making a contribution we are all summoned away to the skies, which perhaps is the greatest journey of all. I walked into the house out of the rain and looked at the beautiful landscape around me. I would never ever forget it.

Rainwater

farhat

Joined February 2008

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