Soulfully.poetry.blog By Jeena pertin

The beautiful cocktail-blue shade of the clouds turned into gravel grey. It loomed over the garden where Emma was just getting under way to plant the flowers she had earlier purchased with much excitement. One could see the silhouette of the sunlight hovering under the dark humongous clouds. Soon a downpour followed ; stripping away her earnest desires to add to the rhodomontade of the blossoms her garden already boasted. The windchimes at her little cottage, playfully swirling around the lilac drapery with its tintinnabulation seemed to be the only respite to this weather.

She stormed back to her cottage cursing at the gods. “The Gods are always cruel” she uttered bitterly. she sat down by the fireplace and her mind wondered back to all those times the rain had taken away her ease at Gardening. she has always loathed the rain; for she has only seen it for the impediment it was to her gardening ventures; such that, she would fail to value its descendants that was coursing and nourishing through her plants that she had given everything to.

Then just at the brink of her dozing off, her senses encountered a soft knock coming from her red painted wooden door. She roused in disdain and scrupulously unhatched the door. There stood a girl; as pretty as the blue skies, her soft eyes glittering with bliss and with a smile so wide one could see her heart through it. it was her new neighbour- Tiana.

Tiana carried a warm and jovial aura which instantly diffused around the then inimical ambience of the room. The room lit up with her congeniality and felt more embracing. Their schmoozing went on for hours but the relentless rain took itself further. Tiana suddenly rose up and prompted Emma to come with her. Tiana planned to fribble her worries away in the mis en scene of the Rain that she had always found strangely magical; unaware of the perpetual bickering of Emma with the same. Emma hesitated; Tiana pulled her gently towards the doorway like a mother persuading her mulish child. Before long, they were out there, the pitter-patter of the rain became muffled with their baying.

Suddenly, she felt a gush of contrast in her emotions.; like an enchanting spell was cast upon her. It had bewitched her heart and everything she loathed about the rain faded away. She stood there; spreading out her arms as she locked her gaze to the sky. The frigid raindrops coming on to her skin, merrily jingling in joy instilled a sense of warmth in her ironically. It felt like the clouds have plotted to dance her agonies away. She could let her tears slip away freely; as it was inconspicuously veiled amidst the perky raindrops. Her bleeding heart seemed clearer now, showing all the scars; yet she was not penitent as usual, knowing it would all dissolve away undiscovered. The Rain has giveth what the world took away; her entitlement to shape her emotions with facileness and not being agonized over being castigated for it. she built a new entrance in her heart for the rain she had despised all along. Thus when the rain came again; she would think of that day and words of gratitude would sprang out of her mouth and She would thank The Gods for it.

Sometimes we miss out on the best things because of our preformed perspective of something. It is hardwired into our system such that nothing else is visible; everything just blurs out outside that zone. Like Emma we see it for only a single value; dismissing all the beauty it holds otherwise. So take risks, learn new things , meet new people, explore through the ocean of possibilities and see things for all the facet it holds. We never know when a new experience or perspective may change our life and help us release our most dreaded insecurities and struggles. It is said “BEAUTY LIES IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER” but sometimes the beholder becomes faulty and often fails to see the beauty, because beauty is omnipresent, it is always present if you know where to look.

Note: If you go out in the rain tonight and become sick iam not responsible ok :D.