Thursday, December 13, 2007

The Legacy of Rain

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Dark grey. Overcast. Wind, strong and persuading. I spread my arms. Ochre leaves once green with life whip about in the merciless wind. An end to the dying. Trees dance with the wind in anticipation of its coming. White spindly branches spread out in the sky throwing the earth below into an ethereal glow. Thunder rumbles across the dark sky roaring for a new life. I look up to the skies, to a sea of infinite storms, to the raging waters flickering in vengeful hues. I close my eyes. I feel the cold wind against me, slapping against my bare skin. I feel the earth rise up to answer the sky. The fragrance of wet mud crushed with leaves and wind assault my senses, intoxicating them with nature's essence. A promise to a new beginning. I lose myself. Give myself to the overwhelming elements that surround me. To feel one with nature in this ageless ritual. The first drops of rain. Like ice spears from heavens they strike me, going past my skin and bones to the very soul inside me, infusing life. With rising intensity, the orchestra of nature moves to a deafening crescendo. Single drops become waves. Waves, the earth embraces as it would, with lust, his feisty lover. I stand in the gift of heavens. I feel reborn. Feel like the earth, parched and dry, the rain quenching its undying thirst, washing away all that is dead, giving life to a new age. I feel eternal bliss lost in this raging onslaught of the skies. With as much fierceness as it had begun it stops. Silence. It slams into me with vehement force. The agony of which is softened by the fall of a single drop. I shiver in the stillness like a new born to its first touch. The air, thick with life. I open my eyes to the first rays of sun cleave open the dying armies of the heaven's harbinger. All around me earth celebrates the fulfillment of a timeless promise. Every shade brighter than ever, reflecting a new lease of life. Nature revels in the splendorous glory of its revivification. I bore witness to an act of life. I must now return to the darkness that engulfs my world. To effect my world with life.

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