I opened the door & run out of my house…as the smell of dry earth wetted with rain water got chance to enter into my soul, the force of enchantment seemed hard to resist. I sprawled on the ground.
I stretched my hand to feel the drops to heal my essence…the gust came to kiss my face…rain drops rolled down my hair to wash away the curse I had…smell of rain embraced me with long craved serenity.
Always wary about the reaction of people around, the weak ‘me’ living inside could never found the way to get out. The rain drops poured on me to replete the stoicism hidden within my core underneath the veil of arrogance….perhaps somebody was there who knew how much I needed a lid to guard myself from the world outside…which will enable me to cry out hard.
The pile of frustration, anger, pain I had inside all came out at one go…I lament alone under the blue…only the raindrops falling down the leaves of Yosemite silently played the role of sole witness.
Unburdened after the long craved relief, did not know how long I sat still on the meadow… when opened my eyes, the world seemed to be full of green, inundated by first rainfall of the season.
I looked up…a rainbow appeared at west side of the sky!