Terrify the canines, fascinate the feline and scintillate the feminine.
How does one phenomenon have a distinctly different affect on different souls?
Some love to feel the rain drops spattering their faces, their hair and the rest of their very being with such audacity, such abandon that they await each drop as it frees them of so much more.
Water is known for its purity, and how it can manage to take away all the sins, the filth, the grime that may have accumulated since you last weathered a storm or perhaps, even wantingly wandered into a cloud of dust, or even a haze you didn’t know you were heading for, but got engulfed within an instant of realization.
Water’s compromising trait is infamous.
It boils when simmered to an extent.
It freezes when cooled beyond a degree.
And it may even remain tranquil and sedentary, at peace with its state, surrounded by love, and an escape into the echelons of promise that this moment brings. Thinking not of how the morrow will alter, scathe or cherish it. Still. Constant. One with the universe.
The drops that are individually not worth much, but accumulated, a puddle, an inlet, a pond, a river, a sea and eventually a raging ocean that horrifies or the gateway to lands undiscovered.
Each glance, each word, each moment, each caress, each experience seems to be trivial, but the whole cascade of emotions is like a gift wrapped Pandora’s box.. You may get back what you didn’t know exist. You may not be aware of all the secrets the box could hold. The infinite and colossal pleasure and pain is added value to what the era holds for each of us..
Let the rain drench you like never before..and bask in the warmth of the sunshine as the clouds part on an even more gorgeous you.
“We’d never know how high we are till we are called to rise;
and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky.”
— Emily Dickinson