And it rained on her!

It had been ages since she had ever really caught the twinkling drops of rain on her head and cried in excitement! The cry was always of either frustration or boredom.

She never really wondered up until now that it is the same rain that she used to be excited about throughout her childhood. Since when did it start becoming boring?

It still is the same rain. Filled with wonder, randomness, playfulness and loads and loads of love.

What changed then? Climate? Life? Stress? OR just her?

She looked at the culprit in the mirror and saw an image of a girl aging into a mid-life, worn out with routines of everyday, surrendering to the demands of society, smiling only when required, putting blinders to her horizon. She looked dull, lifeless, without that spark which she always carried proudly.

She then looked at the rain pouring down outside, exactly opposite to the diminished life force of this girl.

It knew no bounds. It just went on and on without thinking what others thought of him, completely in his own thing, madness on his mind, passion in his heart, refreshing the dull and dusty trees below, creating bubbly little streams, filling up little ponds for kids and frogs to play, creating new lakes and rivers, carving the new landscapes on the face of earth. It danced in the hearts of little kids as it bounced thunderously off the floors, it made the farmers happy for their future and it also made lovers fall deeply into each other’s embrace. The love it spread was boundless, carefree, without conditions.

But it also destroyed few houses around, over spilled some rivers, broke some dams and choked up some roads.

 So what?

No-one judged the rain. No one judged him for what he truly is. An unstoppable, erratic force of nature, impossible to fathom. That’s rain for you. Love him or hate him. It won’t matter to him. He will spread his love no matter. It will dance away in his own rhythm and passion.

We can only be grateful that it does fall in its full glory. We can only be thankful that it gives away all that it has and doesn’t hold back. We can only be happy it brings so much love with every downpour that it fills acres and acres of land with greens, crops, fruits, trees, insects, birds and a whole range of life that we can never even imagine.

That is the real power, power of love, to give away all that you have with full capacity, without inhibitions, without judgements, without holding back.

The dull face lost in thoughts, looked back at her own image and smiled. And then it smiled a little more. And then the smile turned into a mischievous laughter when the lifeless girl whirled away and ran out the door into the pouring rain, taking every drop on her face like a bullet waiting to hit its target, soaking in the deep wet breezy aroma, drenching herself in the beauty of the moment, knocking on the door of every cell in her body to wake up, opening her mind to every new breeze and filling it with the most precious gift of the rain-unconditional love.

And there she stood, letting the rain wash away all her fears, worries, letting the rain rejuvenate her mind, letting the rain shower her of her childhood memories and letting the rain transport her to the happiest place in her heart. It had only been a minute since she had taken those drops of wonder on her head when without her permission she finally found her voice and  cried out loud in excitement!