Wandering in (and wondering at) the Rain
Yesterday at the Sishya camp, after our night session as I was about to leave the big hall and head back to the dorms, it started to rain. I ran to the dorm with a book on G.K. Chersterton tucked inside my muscle tee to prevent it from getting wet.
I left the book in my dorm, changed over to shorts, muscle tee and rubber sandals and went back to get drenched in the night rain. It was absolutely awesome... Often, when I would be in office it would rain and the best I could do would be to watch the rain with an unquenched yearning in my heart to get drenched in it. So whenever I get an oppertunity to get drenched in rain, I never miss it.
It was the one most beautiful experiences I have had of late... The experience overwhelmed my senses as I was wandering about in the rain for more than an hour, my soul rapt in a sense of wonder. The sweet aroma of the wet sand, the cool sea breeze, the rain droplets on my skin, the incessant streaks of lightening that made the clouds glow across the dark expanse and then the meloncholic roar of the thunders following them... I couldn't want more of beauty. :)
I was wondering... with my head upwards towards the sky eagerly looking for the lightenings, I did not look ahead and so walked like a about zombie. Each time I saw the sky lighten up with the beautiful lights I found myself saying 'wow'... everytime!!!
God has had an awesome sense of esthetics and creativity when He made life, and He imparted into man the ability to revel in the sublimity of His creation. 'Oh! God how great thou art...' said I in the midst of the steady drizzle and the streaks of lightening bolts not unlike the ones that the Polish Priest saw which inspired him to write the very words of the great hymn.
Sometimes, the clouds were so low and the lightening was so high above that the lightening streaks wouldn't be distinctly visible, but the entire mass of clouds would lighten up like a gaint flourosent bulb; such sights were absolutely awe inspiring. In a second there would be four or five bolts of lightening and the clouds would flicker like the lights in a disco, only a million times more beautiful.
As the steady drizzle continued slanting from the west to the east, I stood by the street light facing the west and I would see the individual droplets of rain emerge from the utter darkness of the night and race through the air to hit my face carrying with itself a sparkle from the street light as it would near me. It was beautiful to see the fast, sparkling, cool particles emerge out of nowhere and hit my face - my eye lids, my eye lashes, my lips, my cheeks, my forehead... - a titillation to my senses.
I continued wandering in the Rain, wondering at its beauty and awed at the brilliance of the Creator until my knees began to ache and wanted rest. When I came back to my room, it was already midnight. I shall cherish this memory for as long as I live as one of the most beautiful experiences of life. If there is one person I need to be grateful for this, it is to God who 'fashioned' me with sight, smell and senses such that I would enjoy His creation to ALL its FULLNESS.
I left the book in my dorm, changed over to shorts, muscle tee and rubber sandals and went back to get drenched in the night rain. It was absolutely awesome... Often, when I would be in office it would rain and the best I could do would be to watch the rain with an unquenched yearning in my heart to get drenched in it. So whenever I get an oppertunity to get drenched in rain, I never miss it.
It was the one most beautiful experiences I have had of late... The experience overwhelmed my senses as I was wandering about in the rain for more than an hour, my soul rapt in a sense of wonder. The sweet aroma of the wet sand, the cool sea breeze, the rain droplets on my skin, the incessant streaks of lightening that made the clouds glow across the dark expanse and then the meloncholic roar of the thunders following them... I couldn't want more of beauty. :)
I was wondering... with my head upwards towards the sky eagerly looking for the lightenings, I did not look ahead and so walked like a about zombie. Each time I saw the sky lighten up with the beautiful lights I found myself saying 'wow'... everytime!!!
God has had an awesome sense of esthetics and creativity when He made life, and He imparted into man the ability to revel in the sublimity of His creation. 'Oh! God how great thou art...' said I in the midst of the steady drizzle and the streaks of lightening bolts not unlike the ones that the Polish Priest saw which inspired him to write the very words of the great hymn.
Sometimes, the clouds were so low and the lightening was so high above that the lightening streaks wouldn't be distinctly visible, but the entire mass of clouds would lighten up like a gaint flourosent bulb; such sights were absolutely awe inspiring. In a second there would be four or five bolts of lightening and the clouds would flicker like the lights in a disco, only a million times more beautiful.
As the steady drizzle continued slanting from the west to the east, I stood by the street light facing the west and I would see the individual droplets of rain emerge from the utter darkness of the night and race through the air to hit my face carrying with itself a sparkle from the street light as it would near me. It was beautiful to see the fast, sparkling, cool particles emerge out of nowhere and hit my face - my eye lids, my eye lashes, my lips, my cheeks, my forehead... - a titillation to my senses.
I continued wandering in the Rain, wondering at its beauty and awed at the brilliance of the Creator until my knees began to ache and wanted rest. When I came back to my room, it was already midnight. I shall cherish this memory for as long as I live as one of the most beautiful experiences of life. If there is one person I need to be grateful for this, it is to God who 'fashioned' me with sight, smell and senses such that I would enjoy His creation to ALL its FULLNESS.