After weeks of senseless thunders and some clouds, it finally rained. It feels so good, sitting on my balcony with my parents with a cup of tea in front of us. We are all doing our own work and occasionally talking. I just felt so nice and cozy sitting in their company, I was doing my three favourite things, sitting outside while it was raining, enjoying my parents’ company and playing a game on my phone.
For a few minutes life seemed perfect, like earth wasn’t facing a major crisis, thousands weren’t dying. I was enjoying the moment without any guilt, then it started thundering, and that sudden flash of light through the dense clouds and the loud noise. Brought me back to the real world.
Have you felt like that? Like you wanted to stay inside one moment, like you wished desperately that you could stop time? It’s a very helpless feeling, maybe its that feeling that brought me back to the real world.
It’s still raining as I am writing, and the weather is wonderful, really. The sweet sound of my keyboard clacking away merrily, the occasional lightning, my favourite songs playing in the background and my parents standing near the railing, leaning out to feel the droplets. I can feel some of the droplets myself, with the wind brushing gently. I want to hold on to this moment. It’s like the rain is inviting us to go outside and splash in the puddles, this time of the year it doesn’t rain a lot. But, when it does I usually run down to enjoy the pleasant weather with my friends, we would all get drenched, and when I would come back to my home, my mom would make me hot soup.
I wish I could go back to that time, the ankle deep puddles, the splashing sound, my friends.
This weather is so amazing, its cold and rainy and cloudy, I don’t know why people associate this kind of weather with sadness. It’s so weird, because its the complete opposite for me, I can dance around in the rain for hours, not even caring about catching a cold, pity I can’t do that now. But at least I am enjoying this sweet moment, this will surely be one of my favourite memories from now on…
Keya, 13 year old, writing since age 7. Expressing her self freely on her blog! Enjoy the reading