Rain is Raining All Around!
I feel like running into the rain lashing around now... and letting the rain wash my soul, too. How therapeutic it is to open my mouth and hands to catch those falling pure drops of life... To get drenched in pureness and fill my soul with pureness... My poor soul needs a lot of healing... the disrupted and devastated state it is in is never imaginable - it has shattered into pieces! They say time heals. But does it, really? Maybe it's all consolation in action. Or maybe it's all psychological. But we should give it a chance... In my experience, Rain, too, heals. It melts away the disjoint pieces of soul and forms a new mixture out of which a phoenix is born again. Words fail me when I start describing rain and its beauty... The happiness and peace I get in the presence of rain... It's beyond all descriptions... it's just ethereal. To me, rain means a lot. Rain is the outcome when the foul-mood cloud, loaded with worries, breaks down and clears itself, catapult