Friday, August 17, 2012

Rain

This is not a normal post for this blog, but I wrote it a while back and I wanted to get some feed back on how people liked it....


            Rain or rather the lack of rain is beautiful. The effects are wonderful and if we think for one minute that rain is a curse or rain is something of an inconvenience; we are wrong. Nothing I just said makes sense and why is that? Because in two sentences I just said that the lack of rain is beautiful and rain is wonderful. I am actually correct on both. How is that possible? Or that is dumb! You might say, but I would excuse those heated notions that I am wrong because I would realize that probably you have never experienced rain as I have. Very few people have experienced it and fewer still will be able to in the future.
I first experienced rain, true rain, when I was ten years old. You may be thinking I am full of something that comes out of the back end of a cow, but I promise to you that I did not experience a proper rain until then. It is a wonderful event the first time you experience it. The sights and smells and sounds of a true rain catch hold deep in your heart and never let go for the rest of your life.
                First you smell it, a smell that gives life to the world again, meaning to the poor wearisome souls who just need this one thing to keep them soldiering on. It gives energy to people and animals alike; a sort of energy that cannot be induced by a soda product, food, or even receiving your first kiss. It churns up from the deepest part of your belly, gets held up in the top or your stomach, and like a glowing orb that energy will stay right there until the proper moment.
From all the changes going on your body desires to look upon the clouds that are bringing this marvel but you do not look for too long and so deceive yourself. You give a glance, maybe two but in the back of your mind you are telling yourself, “It can’t be real.” For so long this desire to have rain has toyed with your mind that now that it is so close you are scared to imagine any longer, instead you prepare yourself to be let down yet again and you are trying to steady your emotions. But finally you feel it, the darkness comes over you and there is a change in your body, you know that this time it is real, this time you will not be deceived. Whether it is just a shower or a storm you know that this time God is going to bless you with a gift and so you stare.
Then you hear it. It is a sound you have been waiting for, for six months or more. It is a sound that brings joy to the wickedest of men. It is a sound that can draw silence to an entire city; silence except for the pitter-patter of rain drops on tin roofs which can be heard from half a mile away. It stops people from their busy schedules, for instance teachers from their lessons, children from their studies, gardeners from their visiting, and night watches from their sleep. It is the most beautiful sound in the world. Like God playing his own piano and putting peace in the world.
Finally you feel it. A single drop lands on your hand and in this drop there is a history and a love and an energy that goes back to the beginning of the world. You look at it; touch it to see if it is real. You walk a little further into the open to make sure it was not a bird or a beast that graced you with his presence and you feel it again, and again. Now the energy that was stored in the orb in your belly burst forth and you let out a yell of praise! You begin to run as the drops become stronger and multiply, people join you in your race. There is laughter again and joy because finally after months of dry, yellow, exhaustion the world has now come back to life.