Sweet Drizzle

Saturday, November 24, 2012. 12:00 PM

Dear blogger, This is a very pleasant coincidence. I'm typing this 'rain' articles and out of the blue, rainfall at dorm sweet dorm came along. Oh-so-life :)

“.....

The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life, which begins at
The feet of the mad elements and ends
Under the upraised wings of death.
…..
The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with
The strength she takes from him.
.....
I am the sigh of the sea
The laughter of the field
The tears of heaven.
 

So with love -
Sighs from the deep sea of affection
Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit
Tears from the endless heaven of memories” – Song of the rain, by Kahlil Gibran

Dear rain, I do love you so freaking badly, since I was childhood, no matter how it takes. I still remember short conversation I did with my mom several years ago.

“Mom, where are the rain came from?”

“Rain came from God’s eyes, means that God cried”

“Why God cried? is God angry? is God hurt?”

”Sweety, cried doesn't always mean felt hurt nor there was a grief came along”

“Then?”

“Lend me your ear, people cried doesn’t always mean they’re sad, sometimes it’s means they’re touched by something beautiful. Let's take a conclusion that rain comes doesn’t always means God angry. So, the rain doesn't always bring misfortune, sometimes it was a blessing”

You knew mostly people in this crushing world were fell in love with your nice drizzle. You knew you were the reason they felt peace, calm, delicately. You knew that you were a part of their happiness and you break the mood breaker. You destroy what destroys them. You ard marvelous.

 

You're such an emotion maker. If I were you I would drop so lightly. But, when I am mad, I'll drop hard. When I am sad, I won't drop at all. When it's cold, I'll turn into snow. 

Undeniably, there is another said of you which is sometimes I hate. You're always comes bringing the memories I won't to remember. Dear rain, if I were you I'll come with what the future will brings, so no one got heartache of their past, of what they've been through desperately.

 

If I were you, I would wash everyone's sorrow, bring happiness that shower like waterfalls and peoples will see their tears vanish forever.

All of those matters, it were my high imaginations only, rain will always be what rain should be. I decide persistently to be me, originally. I'm alive to feel the rain, to kiss the rain, to play with rain. Dear rain, thanks for the nice rainbow, beautiful twilight, amazing aurora and everything you have made to be better.