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A Good Day’s Rain
September 20, 2009 It was raining that day. 
Looking down from the terrace, I had an old familiar feeling. It was more of calm than gloom. I was just at peace with the present. The past and the future were suspended into the background and I was simply feeling the moment. Immersed in the actual presence of things. Grateful enough to even have that moment to start afresh.
I touched the railings of the terrace and it was cold. The rain was already sipping through the glass windows. The cars were neatly parked. Two men passed by with their raincoats on. Some children were happily splashing the waters on the streets. I remembered how my brothers and I used to be during rainy days of our childhood. We would race climbing on trees back home and shake the branches for more dew drops.
The rain brought fond memories. That day, I appreciated the pleasure of the moment. I was made aware of my breathing and of the life I have. I was there just sensing the world I’m in. More conscious of the fleetingness of time. Just appreciative of the presence of life in me and around me. Not curious of the future, not critical of the past. Just making small steps within my present reality. Unhurried and uncomplicated. Raw. And I savored it before worries and preoccupations set in. Before the unsolved issues of the past and the unmet plans of the future come into the spotlight again.
That day was a brief lucid reality where my own “internal universe” was still and quiet. No rumblings of any kind. Yes, the clouds were dark, the rain brought in the cold wind, the whole place was foggy, but it was a good day. It never has been better!
