Rains :)

Staring into the wide open space from behind a glass box, thoughts wandered far away, immersing one in a world beyond which the eyes met. The sky was brightly illuminated by the sun glowing far and wide clouds scattered itself along the horizon, silver lining looked its best. The time had come for rains to set in, but they never came, the flora, the fauna, everything that moved, and everything that lived except that one which walked on two legs.

Who could blame the two legged species, the rains set in and water overflowed everywhere hindering their ways to and from their destinations, for those who lived in those concrete jungles, but for those who lived amongst the green, rain was always welcome for it always brought life its way as long as it did not cross nature’s limits.  Sprouts are always beautiful to the eye who knows to behold beauty at its simplest. The young ones made little boats which sailed every puddle by, the older generation praising God for his goodness in making the fruit of the soil grow, giving food to the living.

Noon passed by when a dark cloud came, just dark not furious with wrath, a cloud which carried gentleness to be showered down on the earth. The sky darkened and the heaven’s opened to pour out rain in its season, the earth smiled at the thought of being watered and it rained.

From behind the glass, all that the eye could see, was water being showered over green and concrete making no difference to either. The dusty leaves came back to life with a new aura which summer had hidden. The life of the monsoons bloomed in the fraction of a second, a new era in the ever cycling world of seasons.

The earth was full and the heavens closed up, the gentle breeze moved the clouds away giving way for the sun to caress the earth again. A few droplets declined to leave the atmosphere as to spray the rays into beautiful colors, a sight one’s eyes could not take off.

As dusk set in, the glass turned opaque closing the only window to the outer world, that of beauty and beast and all that was left was one’s own reflection, the only constant from where we learn to draw life’s beauty.