05/07/2020
Day 112
Amazing storm and chilly winds today. Wrote this piece a long time ago as an ode to storms.
Rain is like a lover in many moods.
A storm brews like a crossed lover. It suddenly darkens and before you know, it lashes against mother earth, together with its lover the wind. Creating havoc on earth, brilliant bolts of lighting flashes how deep its anger is while thunder growls as its angry voice. It torments every living being drenching them wet and swirling the life out of plants and leaves. We sit inside homes and cars avoiding its anger yet some of remain transfixed by its torment.
Yet after each storm, despite what looks like torment to us, the earth is rejuvenated and gleams of a well loved being. There’s this extra glow of romance, where everything looks different after the rain.
The soft drizzles are like tender kisses, the assuring hug, childrens little smack of love. It embraces you tenderly, refreshing you with its caressing droplets. Its breezy lover lifts you up sending cool breezes that tickle your senses.
Then there’s boring old rain, neither filled with rage nor light as a drizzle yet reassuringly comforting. That’s the rain that puts you to sleep, as you snuggle up under your blanket, that’s the rain that let’s you drive home without having to hunch over the steering to see beyond the storm, that’s the rain that cools down the earth and relieves you off the relentless sun.
Ah rain – how I love thy, follow me where ever I go, for in you I find solace.
