Nothing Like the Rain

The rains, tender yet forceful, the distillation of the tears and the moisture of our hearts, have come again, bringing with it the promise of cleansing; the grey skies an artist’s shroud. The air is filled with an unearthly scent, bringing back dreams we have forgotten, the call to an adventure we have decided to forego, and whose silence now haunt us, the echoes of the retreating footsteps of adventures condemning us to the mundane…and now, the call has come back -loud, insistent, irresistible. Nothing like the rain can bring about this longing.

The song of the rain is a rhythm we hear only with our hearts, and no one can hear it except those who are attuned to the secrets the celestial precipitation whispers. Do we dare listen to it? Do we dare move and sway to this unearthly melody, knowing that if we submit to it there is no going back? Do we succumb to the embrace of this heavenly shower knowing that as we do so we shall be eclipsed, and caught up, never to be the same again? Nothing like the rain can bring about such an ache.

And we now open our arms in abject surrender. Come, let us go to this place we only dream of, distant lands that call for us, beckoning us – that place just beyond the bluest of blue, where we catch a scent of a forgotten fragrance, where the merest hint of a whisper amplifies the beating of our hearts, where the caress of an absent loved one comforts us and beckons us. Nothing like the rain can awaken in us this sense of wonder.

Nothing like the rain can open to us this portal.

*photo taken from inside the pbts admin building while it rained yesterday. it also rained ice.