"Where the mind is without fear
And the head is held high..."
It is then that you experience the rune of the rain. Those are days - happiness, brightness, vibrancy - days of actual life.
The softness of the cool breeze gently beckons, "Come, come..." It lifts you high above those memories of stress, experiences of horror and rot - those harsh realities. The feathery touch of the breeze sends a tingle down your spine - a lovely tingle of excitement and anticipation. Now you face another reality - the reality of the magical monsoon rain. Just like dawn brings before you a new set of opportunities, a fresh set of ideas, the delicate greeting of the wind opens the window to the beauty of rain. Rain - it brings before you freshness itself.
And just after the soothing touch of God's breath you feel the first drop of rain kiss your face. Your heart looks up ad smiles. Your mind looks down and rests. Another drop tickles you and your heart bursts into peals of happy laughter. You begin to feel young again. The drops become torrents. Your heart leaps, speechless.
"Welcome to life," your mind restfully rumbles.
Your wet hair falls across your face. Your shirt is drenched and muddy. You are cold. Your expensive leather boots get soiled and wet. But you are happy. Your hair brushes against your face like never before. Your shirt hugs you like a loved one. And the mud on your shoes? It makes you strangely free. The cold warms your entire body when you remember the dry, hot and worrisome summer.
You head home with a lift in your walk. The main course of your day is over. Now you await dessert. The aroma tickles your nostrils - the fragrance of the wet earth overwhelms you. Yes, you dislike the dry and ugly mud, but what about this soft, wet, life-giving earth? You inhale a deep breath again and continue to walk home. White paper boats season the caramel coloured puddles. You beam at the faces of happy, waving children - smiling as they watch their clean, white creations tread the calm brown seas.
You remember the Creator smiling down upon his creation.
Suddenly, you feel a sunbeam dance on your shoulder. It's warmth spreads through your entire body. You feel like a canvas on which a work of true art is being painted. You then look up. You see a cloud with a silver lining. And then, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, you see the silver turn into a dazzling gold as the sun steps out from the clouds.
Your mind awakens from its peaceful slumber, renewed. You see colours at their best. The new cloak of the dazzling sun with its colours spans the sky above you. You mouth 'rainbow' as it mesmerises you.
You are home now. The drum roll is heard again in the skies. You look up expectantly. The second show is about to begin.
"Come, come..."
