Rain
I lost my sleep last night. Lying on my bed, tossing and turning for the gazillion times, I tried to close my eyes but they stayed wide opened. I was still very wide awake.
Heart was as peaceful as the afternoon lake without any ripples. I could hear it humming a joyful tune.
Late afternoon, I could see the lightning; spliting the grey sky into two. Now came the thunder, annoucing the arrival of the unexpected rain. The weather forecaster had failed to see it coming. It started to drizzle. Gone was the ripple-free lake. A tiny rain drop created ten ripples. The ripples grew bigger and eventually faded away; replaced by new ripples. The lake embraced the rain, danced as the droplets hit the surface. Half an hour or so, lake and rain immersed themselves in the sheer joy of reunion, celebrating the moments that once thought was lost…
The rain had stopped. They knew everything would eventually come to an end. The lake would remain on the ground and the rain… would return to the sky. Between them is a distance too great to be measured. Between them it’s the air…
Rain said to the lake, ‘Why don’t you come up to the sky? I miss you. That way I get to see you and show your around my place. You haven’t been up here, have you?’ The lake responded, ‘I miss you too. It’s too far to travel up there my friend. Besides, you aren’t alone. There’s air, remember? You can always come back here. You belong on the ground, always.’ Both rain and lake felt silent. It was a long time when lake started to speak again. ‘We’ll see… perhaps I’d see you up there…’ With that, they parted…
Air and rain, rain and air. Rain and lake? It’s a code even Da Vinci could not possibly solve.
The rain won’t come tonight. I’d sleep like a baby again.
May 16th, 2006 at 2:44 am
well…like you said…
“The lake would remain on the ground and the rain… would return to the sky. Between them is a distance too great to be measured. Between them it’s the air…”
You can always hope for snow to come…which is so much more beautiful than rain, right?
May 16th, 2006 at 5:10 am
U read my blog!!

I reckon you knew what I was blogging about, huh? Well, I’m not surprised… hehehe… U seem to know everything I have in my tiny head
Yeah… snow is much more beautiful…
Maybe I’d have my very own white Christmas