July 10, 2013
The Rain of Happiness
Yesterday, just as I came back from a short walk with my mom, it started raining. The gray clouds were settling in, the sun's beam growing weaker as the rain intensified. Normally, I would be relived that I had avoided by a split second from getting soaked by hard droplets of water, but this time, something changed in me. I quickly realized that though I was hurrying to close all the windows, I wanted to be outside. Wanted to feel the rain, the cold and the wind.
I remember that when I was closing the windows in our home, I could hear the faint shrieks and screams of the people that didn't have enough time to take shelter from the rain. But behind all the yelling, there was laughter. And excitement, and surprise, and this lovely innocence. And I think I wanted to be apart of that. Apart of something greater than us, apart of elements we couldn't control. Apart of the drizzles, the showers that not only consisted of water. That day, it was pouring a new beginning, sheer happiness accented by the shrieking laughters of humans. And next time that happens, I won't be inside, you can count on that!