Some nights as you must also have experiences, you get up wide awake from a deep sleep though how hard you try again to sleep it has already proved to be a futile effort so you lie and just think, as you jump from one incomplete thought to another you realize you are even more awake. Same happened to me last night I just got up with sleep gone I stared at the black darkness of the night from my window I did numerous times try to sleep again as you might have but like stars at day time it just vanished leaven me in utter blankness.
Being rainy season with the monsoon striking now! Though late. I could hear the loud murmur of the insects in the quiet of the night may be they were talking, rejoicing, dancing; having a party celebrating life because the birds had slept and for these dark hours they no longer had to hide. So they choose to welcome coming rain as the moisture laden wind blew.
It has begun raining oh! How I love the sound of rain drops when they touch the ground pitter –patter maybe that’s how a symphony plays when lovers meet after a long time. the smell when the first drops of water hit the dry parched earth is maybe the scent of goddess’s embedded in all their precious, delicate finery; am I only one who thinks it should be made into perfume.
When did I fall in love with rain don’t remember but it’s a one sided romantic story that will never end of that I am sure or does it love me. It’s like a competition will the frogs croak win or the buzz of the insects or will all their sounds drown as the rain falls. Like an evil guardian who does all in his power to stop lovers meet thunder roars as lightning strikes repeatedly forcing me away from the window of my bedroom. So what if I can no longer see the rain in utter darkness and I feel the little drops the somehow escape to meet me. I sit on my bed as I listen to the sounds and think of dreams of countries and places of fairies, of magic; of a world so different and better than what we know where nothing is impossible.
When did I fall asleep to the lullaby of sweet rain I don’t know but I remember so vividly the dream I had I was running, jumping; dancing. Free from all constraints.
Break through from your mold, Philadelphia, USA