My fondness to the rain, why I enjoy and sing to it so much... I have recently understood that rain comes down when mother earth gets desiccated with much less water and to replenish, the dried up land propels out a signal to the beautiful blue sky.. And the never meeting, ever expanding sky responds.. It hurls its best and strongest soldiers (the nimbus battalion) to deliver the best of mineral filled water down to the soil.. (Down came the rain!)... To me its like de connection between the two ends of the tuning fork.. Even though the ends of the fork never touch they still produce the perfect sound through sound waves (mechanical waves) when stroked.. Hence the rain is a form of communication between by no means touching sky and terrain...
And the rain.. Wow! Now how can it be that akin pearls of water treading to rescue make such an impression on the living... Is it the tenderness of the caress of the darkly groomed sky? Is it the torch of white light perhaps that which looks like electricity, charging through the sky? Or is it that when the angels up above go bowling, the sky rumbles with defiance when they strike out? Could it be the sensitivity of the human nose to the "earth smell" of the by-product of the actinomycetes (microbes) called geosmin (that which decomposes in to an odourless substance) before the rain? Or just may be to some it’s just too beautiful to watch or fun to play in? Possibly that some think of it as an excuse to the next attendance...He! He!.. well its all perchance...so u see I sing to welcome the downpour .. Isn’t it a custom in some place we play the welcoming music for the guests? Or they have bands bringing them in... And for this reason and of course for that I love music, I sing and rejoice, its a full circle moment for me... It may be obsolete to some that they ridicule me when my helmet fogs on my ride back home with the rain clouding my sight.. But to me its never superseded as I may be what u call a "not so traditional" gal.. Although, I am classy (in my own way)..
And it would be such an immense pleasure to definitely jump down a plane and pursue the first drop of rain and continue falling while the rest follow.. What I wrote may be fictitious in some minds but u will have to be in mine to know how real it feels...
And the rain.. Wow! Now how can it be that akin pearls of water treading to rescue make such an impression on the living... Is it the tenderness of the caress of the darkly groomed sky? Is it the torch of white light perhaps that which looks like electricity, charging through the sky? Or is it that when the angels up above go bowling, the sky rumbles with defiance when they strike out? Could it be the sensitivity of the human nose to the "earth smell" of the by-product of the actinomycetes (microbes) called geosmin (that which decomposes in to an odourless substance) before the rain? Or just may be to some it’s just too beautiful to watch or fun to play in? Possibly that some think of it as an excuse to the next attendance...He! He!.. well its all perchance...so u see I sing to welcome the downpour .. Isn’t it a custom in some place we play the welcoming music for the guests? Or they have bands bringing them in... And for this reason and of course for that I love music, I sing and rejoice, its a full circle moment for me... It may be obsolete to some that they ridicule me when my helmet fogs on my ride back home with the rain clouding my sight.. But to me its never superseded as I may be what u call a "not so traditional" gal.. Although, I am classy (in my own way)..
And it would be such an immense pleasure to definitely jump down a plane and pursue the first drop of rain and continue falling while the rest follow.. What I wrote may be fictitious in some minds but u will have to be in mine to know how real it feels...
