I love the rain I really do, it doesn't always come when I want it to and sometimes it comes and stays a little too long but, for me that is always a blessing.
To revel in the cool after a blazing heat;
to gaze upon the sunset peeping through the tight crevices of the overcast sky;
to feel the light patters on your skin;
to sniff the freshness of the soil;
to wallow in the warmth of a cosy blanket;
that’s the beauty that comes with rain.
It’s also my very narrow view because I forget:
the leaking roof flooding the house;
the soaking walk to the bus station;
the muddy drive to work;
the drenched blankets of the citizens of the streets
the damaged uninsured buildings eroding away
now that’s the ugly that comes with rain.
Where are you in the rain?
2014 is slipping away and 2015 is creeping in, both these words ‘slipping’ and ‘creeping’ have such bad connotation. So maybe I should rather say…
WOW I am struggling to find a word the accurately describes ending without a bad connotation as if to say that one cannot end a season well. Beginnings on the other hand are different; they are associated with joy and beautiful things.
So what does that mean for us seeing that 2014 and 2015 is separated by mere seconds?
The many coins of life have 2 sides; you cannot choose one and go with that on for eternity. Often the good gives us rest and time to prepare, the bad reveals who we are and pushes us yet these two things do not last forever. Just like the rain and just like the years, seasons come and go.
Merry Christmas and a *(you choose)* New Year
