Rain

Rain makes everyone sad. The sky is crying. No. I always become happy when it rains. It is so beautiful. Water drops are merged until they are so heavy they fall from the sky. The water hits the ground, trees, houses, roads and whatever upon the surface of the earth. It gives the plants and animals the liquid they need to grow. It fills our rivers and lakes. It makes everything green. Every colour in the nature turns brighter.

People shun the rain. Why? One of the best things I know is to walk in the rain, under an umbrella. I am in my own little world then, away from people, and I can really see the world around me. I am let alone with my thoughts. I’m thinking of how lucky I am to live in such a place; in a world where everything is connected. How beautiful!

However, then I become sad. I remember how humans are taking distance from this connection. We are destroying it. We won’t be part of it. Roads and cities are built to our advantage. We give the nature less area. We form it to look as we want it to look like. We create fake plastic plants that will stay green forever. We are polluting so much we ruin the ecosystem. Humans can create so much beautiful, but only by the cost of something else naturally beautiful. We worship the natural look, but we abandon the nature’s beauty, just because we want more luxury. Materialistic happiness. Can it ever replace natural happiness? Why do we forget what’s around us? We rush into the future forgetting to live in the present. We don’t participate the way we used to. We are not present anymore. We take everything for granted, the world is nothing. We’re aspiring after something else. Go on the Internet and look up pictures of the earth; all those beautiful places. Travel to them. Not to see the beauty, but to take pictures to show your friends and brag about the trip when you come home. That’s the only thing that matters.

Maybe that is why the rain is so sad, because these thoughts come while I’m walking in the rain, under my umbrella. Or maybe because I know that tomorrow, I will have forgotten this moment, and once again become a mundane. Become human.