Rains are a potent way of experiencing the realm of tranquility. The cold breeze, diffused by the drops that breath life into it, is a poignant reminder that amid chaos, there’s beauty; multiplying in folds with every drop of water that touches our skin.
Rains abhor ordinary; you come big or you don’t come at all. So they demand us to shun our cherished beliefs of normalcy and ask us to have faith. With every thunder they urge us to prepare ourselves for the dreams we want to build; goals we want to achieve; and while we take on those pursuits — make it a point to create gifts for people. Rains remind us to be observant; enjoining us to experience and learn from little things which we will otherwise disregard.
These rains whisper quietly that if you try, you can be remarkable; that with your creation, you can help, empathize with, nurture, and empower the ones who need you.
These rains — that bring serenity — also offer melancholy that engender pieces of art that otherwise would just be an idea in mind. They bring out the best in you, and they make you more than just a normal breathing Homo Sapien — they make you an artist. An artist who creates stuff that matters and cares little about failure, criticism, world views and acknowledgments.
Glad it rains.