maraki16

i love water. i like it so much. i use to say that whoever 'invented' it must have been really clever apart from enjoying bathing in the sea and drinking excessive proportions of water(yeah, sorry about that, i know there is not much left on the planet- i think YOU should drink less, for i just can't), i love the rain.
the rain. atoms of H20 dropping from the sky.



have you ever closed your eyes and hear the wishpers of the skies, revealing all their hidden secrets? it's all in the rain. sometimes it is peaceful, like the sky is singing. sometimes heavy, violent. like the clouds are weeping.
one of the best feelings a man can experience is the one which he acknowledges the very moment he closes his eyes and concentrates fully on the rain. when he feels every drop of water in the naked parts of his body, when he focuses on the sound of the rain and tries to count the drops. when he lets his heart surrendered to the rain. too lyrical? maybe. but it really can happen. you can meditate under the rain until feeling you have become one with it.
a drop of water might be nothing on its own. it is produced from the clouds, then it drops and then it disappears- everything done so quickly. but, does it disappear? and if one drop seems worthless, imagine all these drops together. funny how many connotations a drop of rain can have. personally, it reminds me of people. if put all together we are powerful. though our life span may not be too long, we can have a purpose and do something in order not to be completely lost after we pass away. a drop of rain may be absorbed by a plant and literally save it from dying. it can give life. but a flood can destroy everything.

i like to make thoughts like these when it rains. if i have the chance, i just sit somewhere and watch the rain, or close my eyes and watch it with my soul and feel it with all my other senses. it is more visible this way, more magical. it affects me deeply.
and walking in the rain is also a nice experience- not when it rains heavily, but when it gently drops on your face, you know, when it destroys your make-up? yeah! then! ok, you have to make some sucrifices when you want to enjoy something....nothing in this life comes easy.
the rain.... it helps me clear-up my mmind. like all the problems drop one by one, washed away from me, like the drops that fall one by one on the ground. my problems seem so small then, so temporal. and at the same time, i drem of pleasant things, i make nice- but sometimes melancholic- thoughts. i feel free, like the drops of the rain, though i am anxious of the potential of being force to succumb to my destiny, like every drop of water is destined to fall.
i will push away this thought and start singing in the rain instead