Beautiful Rain

I haven’t written in a while, mainly because ironically, I get a blog then suddenly have so much other stuff to do that I don’t get time to write stuff anymore. Not that anyone reads my blog anyway, which is evident from my stats *cry*.

I just felt like writing about ‘rain’ today, I got a little spark of inspiration whilst watching the rain out of my window and simultaneously listening to the rain and Caspian’s new album “Tertia”. I have always liked the rain,  I know and have known a few other people that also like the rain, however, most of the time people only talk about how much they loathe it. I guess that’s up to them, isn’t it? I don’t have a problem with the rain, I love it, and yes, that includes being out in the rain, playing in the rain.

As soon as it begins to rain, most people shoot off in all directions looking for shelter, followed by moaning about how “s***ty” the weather is and how it sucks to get wet. Personally, I love the sound of the rain bouncing off everything, I love the smell that the rain brings with it, I love the feeling of the rain landing on me. Rain is a beautiful natural phenomenon, how can people hate it? So you get wet, who cares? You can dry off. My favourite time to be out in the rain is when its really dark, and the streets are only slightly lit up by street lamps, and I’m walking along listening to some soft and beautiful music on my ipod, whilst the sky rains on me.

To most people, rain is just an inconvenience, something to be avoided, something that you should hate. It evokes feelings of depression, darkness and gloom. Do people really feel this way about rain? Or do they simply just act in this way because they think they’re supposed to?

I’d love to just stroll along somewhere quiet and dimly lit in the rain, with a significant other, having a meaningful conversation whilst at the same time being drenched in the beauty of the rain. That may seem weird to whomever may be reading this, but I think its wonderful.

Rain isn’t horrible, rain is water, and water is one of the main sources of life, I for one love to be soaked in life in such a beautiful fashion.

And now i leave you with this:

“Out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean

Out where the waves crash contempt on the land

Someone was trembling for fear of the tempest

Somebody silently reached for their hand

Said, understand that if you’re cold I’ll keep you warm

And besides, there’s so much beauty in a storm

So come down with me to the shore

And what’s more, I adore you

So tell me, what is there to fear

You think some seraph up above is trying to rob us of our love

Because the sky’s not clear

My dear, you know there’s not

Now listen to the rain upon the rooftop

But the wind picked up

Out where the stones stand up like thrones beside the ocean

Out where the waves make a grave of the sea

The lovers struggled in the middle of the tempest

And water angrily crawled up onto the beach

Said, hold my hand and stay with me

We’ll be released

But the tide clung like an anchor to her feet

And though he tried to make the water line recede

It pulled her out into the sea

He could not break apart the waves to bring her safely back in

He watched her hand break through the surface once

Then disappear again

Forever wait inside the sea for my, my dear

I hear you

You speak in every curling wave

And sing in every violent breeze

Someday not far away from here

My dear, I swear I’ll see you

And we will hear the seraphs cry

For they will still envy you and I

How they envied you and I

How they envied you and I

How they envied you and I”

Anyway | Mother Teresa

I don’t really know what I was really thinking about when the words of the poem Anyway started trickling into my mind. One thing led to another and being such a webaholic that I am, I thought I would share the poem with the larger audience out there, because really this poem is magically inspiring and uplifting of sorts.

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God;
It was never between you and them anyway.

- Mother Teresa’s Anyway Poem

Mother Teresa, was and still is the champion of peace, a force to recon with in her own divine right, she was always there for those that had no one else. Mother Teresa chose to call my country birth country, India, home. She stayed there serving the down trodden till the day she passed away. She once said that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love, which left me in awe. She was and has always been inspiration to me. Though people know a lot about her in terms of the public figure she was, there was another side to her, the poet. She occasionally dabbled in words and produced marvelous poetry. This poem is one such piece. This is one of my all time favorite pieces of poetry ever written. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.