Rains: A lullaby
I woke up gazing around after a sound sleep. The night was cold and cozy with the raindrops comforting me with its melodious lullaby, the droplets from the window were tickling me and we laughed and laughed and danced on the rhythm of the rain. The notorious trees were playful as their thirsty branches were fighting for each drop falling on the edges. The excitement was communicating from the birds romancing in the shed to the winds blowing. The tea colored puddles enlarging with each drop and each minute passing by with its exotic aroma spreading across. And there was fun and frolic all around.
Eventually the droplets tickling me got a little bolder and harsh. I suddenly felt cold and my thoughts tried to act as a winter coat but latterly I fell prey to the silence. I kept calm and smelled the rain, but not for long, the puddles on my window were getting hammered and hence I waited for the dark storm to pass by. But my patience crashed and I fumbled. My throat got choked, the branches no longer acted playful, they were frightened like me. They tried to keep hold of each other but one of them couldn’t bear the pressure and fell. I felt numb and tears knocked my eyes.
The sky got cleared by then. All the cacophony created around was translated into a pin drop silence. There was light, chirping of the birds and blossomy flowers. The surroundings were relaxed and in harmony. And I could realize the lullaby that rain had recited me. It was a promise that when it stops everything will be fresh and lively. And hence it gave me another perspective to life that everything can start anew. And hence I never complained of the rain, for it being harsh, deadly and gloomy. The situations can be hard but let us not stop believing in the message that rains tried to communicate every time when it destroys itself to meet us. Let the hope prevail and connect be live. There is life in the beginning and laughter at the end. Hence I wish a lively laughter to all my readers.
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Audacity of hope.. 