Its power, its intensity, its purity, its
strength, its fragility… an interesting way to ignore the beauty is to be such
ignorant to understand it, to contain its live. There’s nothing as beautiful
and powerful as rain.
Full skies dropping their tears around the
world, and all we are able to see is an annoying wet nature phenomenon that
cannot let our routines go on as normally. How selfish we are sometimes… Plants
need it, animals need it, the whole world needs it, but all we can do is to
complain about it.
It’s a pity that just very few people can
admire it, can stop their busy lifes and find the time to look up to the dark clouds and hear them roar.
There’s something mysterious and wild deep
in the rain, something magical and captivating that make us remember our
wildness as animals. Everyone notice it when we smell the pure aroma of dry
soil.
They can say whatever they want to say, they
can complain about what it makes to their hairs or how dry it gets when it’s
raining, but there’s nothing in this world as hypnotizing as watching the rain.
It’s something that makes me feel comfortable to be in my room, hot, wet and
being able to see that wonderful sight.
I hope the next time the sky turns grey and
it thunders, all of you realize how amazing it is, and could admire it the same
as me.
