As the sky turns grey and the drops travel their distance the steadily warmer soil brings forth lush greenery within hours. My mind is like a slate wiped clean of all the debris of past events, family histories and worries. Freshness is all around and the fragrance of the wet soil lingers in the evening. The rain drops cool me down, every single cell in my body. It is time to grow.
Rain is not all romantic. What happens when it rains down on the slopes that have been rid of their vegetation? What happens when the plans you make are broken by forces you did not reckon with? What happens when the earth shows you, yet again, how foolish you are? Run for it. If you have grown stiff with time you will not withstand the rain. You must be a triangular leaf, nested in the corner of the valley, oriented in the direction of the slope, soft to bend, smooth to touch, yet hard to break and difficult to unearth. Then you will survive the rain. Loose soil will be washed down. Jagged rocks get smoothed out. Pebbles grow round in the river. There is a fight going on with every passing drop of water. Just because it cools the ground and the air do not assume the rain is free of violence.
Rain is not all romantic. What happens when it rains down on the slopes that have been rid of their vegetation? What happens when the plans you make are broken by forces you did not reckon with? What happens when the earth shows you, yet again, how foolish you are? Run for it. If you have grown stiff with time you will not withstand the rain. You must be a triangular leaf, nested in the corner of the valley, oriented in the direction of the slope, soft to bend, smooth to touch, yet hard to break and difficult to unearth. Then you will survive the rain. Loose soil will be washed down. Jagged rocks get smoothed out. Pebbles grow round in the river. There is a fight going on with every passing drop of water. Just because it cools the ground and the air do not assume the rain is free of violence.
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