Saturday, April 30, 2011

Yet another monsoon...


She stood by the window, a silent silhouette, watching the noisy rain. The skies were overcast, dark and menacing. Lightning coursed through the darkness at intervals leaving silver streaks on its path. The entire clan on the hillside was rejoicing, their heads swaying with the wind, their leaves screeching in delight. Parched Earth was soaking it all in, overwhelmed at the love pouring from the sky. The heady earthy smell wafted into her senses as she gazed in wonder at this celebration of the changing seasons.

She dreamt of a monsoon when she would step into the rain, no longer a mere onlooker whilst all of nature rejoiced. She would be under the pouring sky, while the water drenched her from head to toe, inundating her senses. How long before she would break the shackles of her self imposed restrictions. How many more seasons to go before she knew what it is to be the earth, to open out her arms to the sky and melt in the warmth of the cool rain - savouring this simple pleasure of life!

4 comments:

  1. The experience, but, begins with a small step forward!!

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  2. Parched Earth was soaking it all in, overwhelmed at the love pouring from the sky----niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ---gud one smitha---keep writing

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  3. It makes want to really break that self imposed restriction and "be wet with a decent happiness"! nice...

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