Assignment: Write about the photograph below. Pick something in the picture and write about it. Use descriptive words, etc. The point of today is to focus. Extrapolate. Give me the details because I want to know!
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| (photo courtesy of Mr. ThinkTank) |
Why people frown at rain is beyond me. I agree: wetness and humidity don’t mix. And yes, it’s hard keeping yourself looking just snazzy when it’s pouring buckets out. Looks aside, rain is so soothing. It’s clear, it’s cleansing, it’s calming. Headed uphill to find a particular boutique, I was suddenly grateful for the rain. Sidewalks were slicks. Puddles were lying in wait of an unsuspecting stepper. If I didn’t want to slip or get my legs soaked, I’d have to walk slower than usual. Rather than grumble at this development, I chose to embrace the lighter pace. There was a peace in the air, with the rainfall having just ended and before everyone started rushing outdoors again. The streets were void of people; barely any traffic. What a serene time to be outside. I must remember to always do my errands at this time of day.
I paused. Took a quick peek around, but still didn’t see anyone. If there were people watching the lady on the sidewalk from inside their houses, I couldn’t see them anyways. Closing my eyes tight, I slowly brought my arms up, stretching them out on either side of my body. From as deep down as I could, I inhaled. It felt as though I was trying my best to intake the entire scene in one breath. Silence, dampness, calmness. I released that breath and inhaled a second time, even deeper than the first.
A smile came to my face. I turned to look up to the sky. Thank you, God, for life. I felt like shouting. Giggles started up instead, evolving into laughter. On a lonely residential road, mid-morning, I was experiencing a different realm of peace.
Drip. Drop. The rain started it’s trickle downwards. In the blink of an eye, the bloated clouds opened up and relieved themselves. Pulling up my hood, I continued on my journey. I named each drop that hit my head as a different blessing. God was speaking to me through the rain. I was all ears.