Rain Come Again Today

For many, rain seems scary, angry, or depressing, yet, in my eyes, it is not. It is one of the most extraordinary views of art, moving, pounding, living. Water is very hard to capture in another form of art, so it’s beautiful to see it splashing about. To me, rain is one of natures ways of reminding us, technology-loving humans, to spend some time with it, a dance of nature. Thunder, lightening, and rain intrigue me so, bringing forth the primitive instincts we all have rooted from. Impulse craves me to join this sense of art, swarming in my skin, twitching in my bones, flushing through my blood, making the hair follicles on my body poke out as if lightening. As the droplets of rain explode into a surface, they multiply and then form one, as if a family would that had been fighting when an unsuspected misfortune happens. Lightening slices the sky, brightening the dimmed scene, thunder craving my impulses all the more. Yet when the lightening and thunder cease, the rain alone sooths the Neanderthal inside. Breathing in dense humidity, dampness teases the tongue and urges the throat for a sip. Untainted the rain would be if human being had not started the cycle of destroying this world, now trying to turn back, a regret that cannot be fixed. Feeling such little blasts of pleasure, such droplets of coolness, such tears of tranquility. Your essence rises as the precipitation sinks, seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, feeling. The presence of something a human could never recreate, something so powerful, meaningful, vital, that takes you away from this world by simply enjoying it. It’s only was the rain fades away that we go back to the normal and have the haunting feeling that it’s such a shame more people do not embrace what had just happened, out of human hands. Only time could turn this friend into a foe.