Jeff
The rain. As I was waiting for the moment, it came rather unexpectedly. For the last 2 evenings the sky was split by lightnings followed by crackling n rumbling thunder at a distance.
Tonight, as I was looking out of the window, a gentle breeze washed my face with droplets of rain....It was pitch dark outside. No street lights, no moon. The moon tide, the water n me have indeed a very special relationship.......
......one evening when I was coming back from work, it was raining cats n dogs......I was riding a motorbike. A worn out helmet without the shield. I was accelerating n the force of the raindrops pounding on my face was so painful, so cold n wet all over, not to mention the blur vision (they caused)
Something terrible happened. As I was coming close to a cemetery I felt a blackout....I lost balance n skidded into the side of the muddy road. Totally unconscious. A Samaritan passed by, stopped his lorry, came to see (if I was alright) He tried to wake me up.
I finally woke up as though from a sleep, looked (up) at the sky. The moon n her beaming smile seemed to welcome me home.
I walked to my motorbike n started the engine, waving good night to the rescuer. He was startled n left abruptly.
I hate the rain, the water droplets and the smiling moon! Part 1
Om Ni
Hahaha as I read this, the rain is pattering on the awning outside my library/work station. Oh my! I am in heaven. I love rain. There is magic n beauty in the symphony of raindrops. Welcoming n soothing to the soul, like a balm. So reading your 'rainy' story just adds to all things beauteous hehe. But why hate the rain.....? Hahaha
I will share here chapter 4 of my Amazon e-book : The Spirit Soars
Chapter 4
The rumble of distant thunder
The symphony of raindrops on awning
A flash of lightning
The spirit soars
Don't want to bore u further hehehe
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