The quiet of the night, the hushed sounds of raindrops as they caress the soils, the gushing winds whistling through the dark swaying trees...i look up at the heavy skies, coming down bit by bit as pellets of joy.
There isn't a star, not one...nowhere. The dark clouds race against each other, each out to outdo the other in their rush to reach where i know not. The movements are rapid, but not one star peeps out & giggles. A part of the clouds is illuminated. I know where hides the moon!
So much changes with time... the thunderbolts that scared once enthrall today. The waters in the puddles by the street is dirty to these eyes. The joys of balancing a rain millipede on a long broom-strand are lost somewhere...but rains still bring with them the small parcels of tiny smiles...i look up at the laden skies and plop drops a drop right in my eye! It makes me happy!
But some things don't change, they just remain. So here I am, sitting near the window watching the drops fall, so much like the little me standing holding the freezing window grill back home. The lightning, with glimpses of green, blue & brown makes me wait for the morning again, when all the colours will be.
Am I not surprised, i did not even notice they were there in the morning...but is that not what most of us do?
I wonder why...
There isn't a star, not one...nowhere. The dark clouds race against each other, each out to outdo the other in their rush to reach where i know not. The movements are rapid, but not one star peeps out & giggles. A part of the clouds is illuminated. I know where hides the moon!
So much changes with time... the thunderbolts that scared once enthrall today. The waters in the puddles by the street is dirty to these eyes. The joys of balancing a rain millipede on a long broom-strand are lost somewhere...but rains still bring with them the small parcels of tiny smiles...i look up at the laden skies and plop drops a drop right in my eye! It makes me happy!
But some things don't change, they just remain. So here I am, sitting near the window watching the drops fall, so much like the little me standing holding the freezing window grill back home. The lightning, with glimpses of green, blue & brown makes me wait for the morning again, when all the colours will be.
Am I not surprised, i did not even notice they were there in the morning...but is that not what most of us do?
I wonder why...
1 comment:
Isn't it also true that over the years we have forgotten how day break looks like? Nice post. And today is indeed a beautiful evening
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