Rain

It comes all of a sudden. You're going about your business as usual when you hear the faint tip-tap of the rain hitting the windows. Soon it changes to a headstrong pit pat. Before very long, you've ditched your work, flung the windows open and thrust your arms out into the gusty wind.

Rain is something magical; Something unreal; Out of the world. It makes you forget who you are, what you're doing, all your cares and worries. The rain doesn't discriminate. It comes to all - rich or poor, sick or healthy, young or old. It brings with it a sense of freshness. The wind flying through your hair, the green trees, the smell of the earth. They all mark a change. In a sense, the rain cleans us out. It washes away the worries, anxieties, faults and sins. It lets us start anew. It gives second and third, fourth, fifth and sixth chances.

Rain drenches us all in goodwill. Standing wherever you may be, letting the raindrops soak into your clothes, the wind blow through your hair and your toes curl in the earth is something completely unique. There's nothing like it.

The rain is something magical, unreal, and out of the world...

Mali*