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Wish & Rain

I wish it rained. This has been far too long a dry spell.


For quite some time, it’s raining fire. Everything appears so lifeless, so barren out here. It’s, as if, the world around me is crying out for the heavens to open up; for a sudden downpour which takes you by surprise but gives a pleasure which otherwise cannot be described or measured.



This dry spell sometimes is so reminiscent of the lives we live.



Parched earth. Parched life. Parched soul.



I wish it rained.




There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;
Someday soon, there will come soft rains……

29 comments:

REG 28 April 2009 at 05:11  

I love this. What a beautiful poetic soul you have.

Agnes 28 April 2009 at 05:33  

I love when it rains, Soul.

WarmSunshine 28 April 2009 at 09:13  

Where've you been Soul?? Remember the mind reading session we planned?? :D

I waited and waited and waited till I could stay awake no more and now I'm at work with eyes barely open. :D

Hey what does this post mean? :D

Keshi 28 April 2009 at 12:48  

I really loved the message behind this post...I simply admire ur writing skills Soul. I was amazed at how deep a thinker u r. Not that I doubted it before but I hv never seen another post in Blogville that described so well the 'parched soul' of the world today!


**Parched earth. Parched life. Parched soul.

Love that expression alot.


I wish it wud rain too...I really do. Cos all I see right now and for a very long time is, FIRE and ASHES everywhere...even in ppl's hearts.


Keshi.

Diana. 28 April 2009 at 15:25  

Soft rains and the Smell of the ground
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I so wish for this now. But my love for rains is just limited to the first few downpours. And the smell of the drenched earth....just magical.

I can imagine the last five lines...magical indeed.

Zainab Dhanji 28 April 2009 at 22:15  

Wish and rain..
may they never go vain..

Nice post!

Liara Covert 29 April 2009 at 08:35  

One life lesson is to learn to be grateful for where you are and see blessings in all conditions. The words you share of timless longing reflect the restlessness of man. His focus is shifting to concepts he is preparing to accept. This is refreshing beyond water on a dry day.

spookydragonfly 30 April 2009 at 07:09  

Touching words expressing an emptiness in ones' life.

renaye 1 May 2009 at 10:28  

i love the rain. it makes me nostalgic. but looking at the future... i hope we would still have water.

Q 2 May 2009 at 18:31  

Blessings of rain.
Blessings of sweet, rain.
Blessings of soaking, sweet, rain.
Blessings of rain.
Sherry

Pauline 2 May 2009 at 21:58  

"Parched earth. Parched life. Parched soul"......

How amazing God links all His creation, under His control. And that brings human nature into real test. Earth, life, soul...

How often do we appreciate the presence of rain when it comes day by day? How much do we miss rain when it disappears from our sight, from our feel?

Parched earth. Parched life. Parched soul.

Soft rain will come when we truly believe and appreciate. Then we can smell the ground, hear the frogs'songs, see the glowing trees, and sense ourselves.

Your wish will come true Soul.

Towards reclamation 4 May 2009 at 13:02  

isnt it so true we always find other side of the river green ..
we look for silver lining on dark clouds and when its raining fire we wish for the same old clouds ...

is it ever a contended life ?? is it ever ??

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 02:46  

To, All.

Apologies. I have neither been able to visit your blogs nor reply to your comments here. I promise to make amends for what I missed out.


*cheers*

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 02:48  

-->REG

Thanks, dear. I can ever see myself as a poetic soul but I will take it as a compliment nonetheless. Thanks a zillion.

Thanks for remembering to come by.

*cheers*

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 02:49  

-->Agnes

Heyy, I too love the rain. That's why the post.

Thank you, Agnes, for remembering to drop by always.

*cheers*

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 02:50  

-->Mehreen

Heyy girl, I believe you have by now found out what the post meant. Have not you?


*smiles*

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 02:52  

-->Keshi

Sorry, Kesh. I am so late to reply.

Yes, you got it absolutely right. I am so glad you knew. I knew you would.

It's a parched world, yes.

*smilez*

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 02:53  

-->Diana

Yeah, you seem scared of the rains. Just the first few drops, you said.

Thanks for coming over.

*cheers*

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 02:54  

-->Zainab Dhanji

I wish it did not go in vain. My wish.

Thanks, Zainab for visiting. You yourself write tremendously well.

*cheers*

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 02:56  

-->Liara

I agree it's about the restlessness of man. The timeless longing too. I am so glad to read such analysis. I feel honoured.

Thank you so very much, Liara.

*cheers*

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 02:59  

-->Dragonfly

You are right. That's what Liara pointed out too. Some emptiness we all have. Or may be it's our restlessness.


Thanks again.

*cheers*

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 03:00  

-->Renaye

You are right, Renaye. The world is at the verge of breaking into a war over water. I too pray and hope the future generation will have enough.

*cheers*

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 03:01  

-->Sherry

Lovely words. Like always, they reflect your love for nature.

Thank you again, Sherry.

*cheers*

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 03:04  

-->Pauline

You are right, Pauline. Sometimes, it's need-based for us. May be we dont appreciate God's creation in the appropriate manner.

I hope the rains come soon.

*cheers*

Talking To My Soul 6 May 2009 at 03:06  

-->Sid

You are right, man. We are after one thing or the other all our life. Never ever content with what we have. That's the irony.

Thanks for coming over, mate.

*cheers*

Keshi 6 May 2009 at 10:02  

Soul Im glad ur bak. But u neednt apologise for ur absence lol! We all get busy sometimes and blogs r not ur 'duty'...so dun feel so bad :)

Keshi.

Talking To My Soul 7 May 2009 at 03:32  

-->Keshi

I know, Kesh. But I love these blogs and hate missing them for long because of work. I need to find a way soon.

*smilez*

Lena 24 May 2009 at 20:20  

it is very beautiful, like the poetry in each word... amazing how often rains make us write beautiful things :)



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Talking To My Soul 30 May 2009 at 23:26  

-->Lena

Thank you so much, Lena. Rain indeed is inspiring.

Thanks for visiting.

*cheers*

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