Walking in the Rain
It has been quite sometime since I had played in the rain, last time was back in June at the Sishya camp (/emmanuelreagan/2008/06/wandering-in-rain.html). Then again I got a chance to walk in the rain when I was at my home for Independence holidays and suddenly it began to rain. It wasn't anywhere close to the Sishya rain, but it the droplets were fast and chilling and they pricked my skin.
I went to the terrace of my house and looked into around... and wondered how a rain could change the face of the land. No matter how beautifully man may make his Babel, with one rain its entire appearance is superceded with the beauty of the rain.
I wonder when my wonder for the rain would cease to be. I wonder if a day would come when I would see the rain and wouldn't go out to be drenched in its beauty. I think if I were to see a day that is so I would rather not 'be' at all. It is better not to be at all than to be and see no beauty in life. In heaven life shall forever be beautiful and we shall forever be.
I went to the terrace of my house and looked into around... and wondered how a rain could change the face of the land. No matter how beautifully man may make his Babel, with one rain its entire appearance is superceded with the beauty of the rain.
I wonder when my wonder for the rain would cease to be. I wonder if a day would come when I would see the rain and wouldn't go out to be drenched in its beauty. I think if I were to see a day that is so I would rather not 'be' at all. It is better not to be at all than to be and see no beauty in life. In heaven life shall forever be beautiful and we shall forever be.