Dark clouds took over the clear blue sky, with every passing second it became darker.
But the attention-grabbing factor were the winds that began to sweep up the dust that lay everywhere in cracks on walls, in between leaves of trees, among the flower petals, on inaccessible tin roofs, on paved roads; invading every little space available and into the rooms if one was too late to close the windows. All humans scurried indoors. Looked like a huge vacuum cleaner had been switched on by gods.
In a couple of hours, the Rain began.
Amidst lighting and sounds of thunder, huge drops in a very slow fashion touched the lips of the parched earth. If the rain were human you’d probably hear the laughter and see her happiness and if the earth had arms you’d see him raise his arms to get closer to his beloved.
However, the wait was not yet over. She the Rain did not give in easily; all she did was tease the earth leaving him wanting for more. The sky remained black, wind replaced Rain and the cleaning continued.
It was already night when the Rain started again now accompanied by very frequent flashes of lightning and sounds of thunder; which kept many mortals tossing and turning all night.
When the morning came the rain was still quenching the thrust of earth, it was raining but slowly and gracefully she came to a complete halt.
The Sun peeked from in between the clouds as the darkness vanished. Everything looked new “clean” as if overnight the earth had shifted to a new planet.
That’s how the first Rain of the season graced us, it brought about a lot of wonderful changes but I get unaccountable pleasure whenever I see The rose plants in my garden that bore flowers of various colors which now looks a lot “fresh” vibrant and the trees surrounding my house looks greener. I just could spend all day just watching them.
The sweet smell, when the first few drops of water touched the dry soil after months of dry winter, has always been beautifully en-gripping something no words describing it would ever do justice only experiencing it will. I’ve always waited for it each year of my being; it always without fail manages to instill in me the numerous good reasons for being alive.
I love when rain falls layer after layer of individual drops. Like us, it’s also is experiencing its short life and meeting alone the earth for the first time. Individual drops always falling alone but become part of something so much bigger collectively, teaching us we collectively we can be so much more beautiful than we could ever be alone.