Minds Eye Of Life

  I woke up again In the dead of the night, Thoughtless and blank, I was lying on the mat, Starring at the green roof, Trying to find answers, To questions unknown. There was noise amidst the silence, Tiny rain drops hitting the roof, And then trickling down to the ground, It was some strange music, Being composed by nature in the darkness.

As I walked out of the office into the wet street a smile escaped my lips. After several weeks of unbearable summer heat it had finally rained. The cool breeze of wind only added to my joy. There has always been something mystical about rain. Especially the occasional ones which are blessed in summer. They bring along a wave of positivity, a sense of hope, a feeling of liberation.