It was raining outside. Sitting on a chair I kept watching them. Suddenly I felt like being drenched in the rain. Notwithstanding, there was stupendous reason behind this. I thought how could I gain experience and learn to understand and appreciate the rain sitting here in the armchair!
But, on the other hand I was sick. My family would definitely not appreciate as well me if I went outside in the rain. I was in a dilemma thinking what to do and what not. I was unable to differentiate myself. But finally I opened my door and stepped forward because I had a stubbornness of keeping nothing undone but everything unknown as I always wanted to get the taste of all tastes.
In the garden I was jumping and singing and dancing as the rain was heart and mind and sight soothing. The beauty of the rain and the raindrops falling, making scar one after the other was beyond my imagination. I could hardly believe myself that the rain, simply some drops of water falling, could be so amazing and amusing.
The rain seemed to mix its emotion and affection while falling. Nevertheless, the raindrops were falling in such a way that it seemed they tore into the world and wept them in the earth’s lap, which was their mother. But, all of a sudden, the rain stopped. And I thought, How was I to bear this change? I could hardly believe that the nature could be so rude keeping me dumb in the garden.
I went back to the house which was like a full blossomed flower has taken its return journey of being a bud. In spite of these, though I was a bit angry, I had a sense of respect to the rain because a few person merely get the experience that I got that day without having to leave my armchair. So, finally I must say that “if rain be the food of life, go on…”