The Rain Ceases

Since the rain ceases

not to cleanse the earth,

I shall admit myself to it,

allowing it to expunge

every drop of blood

that has made a home in my chest…

– angelo

Sometimes the best way to deal with things is to give in to what life has to offer hoping that it would ease the pain and the memory of what has been… as the rain ceases we are refreshed, giving us hope to start anew. We eagerly await for the bright rays of sun, with it a promise of hope and strength to face an upcoming bigger storm.

Often, we don’t understand why such things happen to us… and we try with all our might to counteract the forces behind it, only to fail… and giving into the situation sometimes is the easier way… like a boat under a storm, we are tossed to all sides… the harder we try to control the sail… the painful we fall… when our strength is drained… we let our human mechanism overcome us… putting us into rest… and as we sleep, we let the storm direct our way… and in the end, we wake up on a bright unfamilair shore gleaming with promises, opportunities and new and more exciting adventures. We realize that sometimes we don’t understand why such things happen to us… but ultimately everything happens with a purpose… an intricate plan with a promise of great rewards which in the end we, ourselves reaps.

Like a flower… we sprout, bloom and crushed, yet we release fragrance of forgiveness, healing and hope and a seed for a new beginning…