When it came
We didn't realize how much we wanted it to rain until the sky began to taunt us with heavy grey clouds and even a few teasing drops here and there. Entreatingly, beguilingly, we begged the sky to release it's stores, shaking our heads and fists when the clouds moved on and abandoned us once again. The land was thirsty yet we had to watch how much we watered. Animals became bolder, stealing water from man-made ponds and anything still green from private gardens. But this had happened before, and so we sighed and shrugged. Rain would come in time, eventually, we reasoned, then didn't think much more of it. We didn't realize just how much we needed rain, until it finally came.
When the rain came, it came with a vengance. It came with passion, like someone who has long missed their beloved. It came without pity, pouring down relentlessly, taking tree branches and even whole trees with it. It filled up the ditches along the sides of the roads and created rivers where there weren't any before. But it also came with mercy, filling up the lakes and quenching a thirst in living things everywhere, a thirst our very skin longed for but had forgotten about in the rain's absence.
I went running in the rain this morning, when it had slowed to a gentle shower, laughing as I wiped the drops from my glasses again and again. I had forgotten the joy in jumping over puddles. Or in them. The dog who ran with me seemed to enjoy it too, pulling me along at a brisk pace; two beings moving horizontally through the vertically falling drops. The rain changed everything; I marveled at the sudden need for umbrellas, hats, windshield wipers, and how every dip and crevise of earth and man-made structure filled to overflowing as cloud upon cloud finally gave in and released their bountiful stores.
The rain makes everything new again. Colors are richer, more vibrant. Everything is washed and renewed. Thirsts have been quenched. One word: promising, destructive, beautiful, reviving - rain.
When the rain came, it came with a vengance. It came with passion, like someone who has long missed their beloved. It came without pity, pouring down relentlessly, taking tree branches and even whole trees with it. It filled up the ditches along the sides of the roads and created rivers where there weren't any before. But it also came with mercy, filling up the lakes and quenching a thirst in living things everywhere, a thirst our very skin longed for but had forgotten about in the rain's absence.
I went running in the rain this morning, when it had slowed to a gentle shower, laughing as I wiped the drops from my glasses again and again. I had forgotten the joy in jumping over puddles. Or in them. The dog who ran with me seemed to enjoy it too, pulling me along at a brisk pace; two beings moving horizontally through the vertically falling drops. The rain changed everything; I marveled at the sudden need for umbrellas, hats, windshield wipers, and how every dip and crevise of earth and man-made structure filled to overflowing as cloud upon cloud finally gave in and released their bountiful stores.
The rain makes everything new again. Colors are richer, more vibrant. Everything is washed and renewed. Thirsts have been quenched. One word: promising, destructive, beautiful, reviving - rain.
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