A Good Day’s Rain

                         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 was watching the rain continuously drain into the red canopy  and   eventually  making  the  tip-tap  sound   as the water poured  into the  pots of plants. There  were  two trees on both  sides.  Their leaves were a lush of green.  Under their  shades were  benches  that looked like  huge wheels.  I was   just there  captivated by the  soothing calmness as  I watched   the grey clouds pool together   warning of heavier rains. Looking beyond the  fence, I saw   a well-kept  lawn where I imagined   lying  down  while  the raindrops  drench me.  Unafraid of the cold. Just welcoming the sky above me. Appreciating its boundlessness.

                            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. 

 Then  we would all plunge  in the well nearby and catch  tadpoles  while   frogs  make  noises under the rain. We  still  have that  well back  home, although it looked really big when we were kids.

                      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!