When my thoughts are all jumbled up and my mind gets harder to keep on track,
I think of the rains.
It's even easier staring at the rains while getting lost in the clouds of my "rainy imaginations"
I'm here, but I'm not really here,
For my thoughts I've been blown along by the stormy winds back to a million exaggerated years back.
Back to the days when the rain wasn't seen as chaos but beautiful.
I can almost see myself pulling my clothes as I wiggled in the rain,
Laughing to the sound of splashes from my siblings as they too played in the rain.
The rain wasn't soft then,
It wasn't raining gold either.
It was a wild splash of whips to our backs let down by mother nature,
and boy! did we enjoy it.
My thoughts are brought back by the dramatic scream let out by people as they skelter for shelter.
Apparently,
the rains are seemingly brimstones to their backs and they can't handle it.
Better personalized are my thoughts by the flying papers around me as the wind from the rains whooshes through the window,
momentarily blinding me with it's accompanied sand.
For a moment, I think of letting my wings loose.
I think of a well deserved strip as I just could get lost in the wild wind ..
Or the heavy rain.
As I choose to close the window, I realize that "chaos is choice"
Chaos too can be beautiful, you just have to learn to choose to dance along with its beats,
Literally.
We often don't though,
We're too busy fighting off our momentary blindness,
That we often forget the part of getting to dance in the rain.
Man has never been patient.
Patience through hurdles just as difficult.
Nevertheless, Chaos too can be beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
De TodoLife gets dramatic, and the only way to keep up with that much drama is putting them into words. Who knows, maybe one day you'll read the scripts and enjoy it.
