Home > Thoughts, memories... > On and on the rain has fallen…

On and on the rain has fallen…

It has been a long week, something like a strange mixture of hope, disappointment, joy, fear and struggle to go on, determination to swim against the tide.

 The word swim fits the context perfectly, as it has rained a lot this week. Don’t get me wrong, I like rain, sometimes it conforts me, yet enough is enough. The summer weather has played a lot of tricks on us the entire week, because it has been colder than usual for this time of the year, there have been several powerful storms with lightning and thunder, menacing clouds and a great quantity of water that almost flooded the streets of the city.

Yesterday I had to experience the flood when I was coming back from work. I guess I have truly understood the meaning of the expression ‘it’s raining cats and dogs’ once it for all! I admit that these were the only words coming to my mind while I was trying to make my way amid the heavy rain drops pouring down from the sky. It was unpleasant and magnificent at the same time! What a sensation to be soaked to the bone, feel as light as a feather in the wind that dances its final waltz to the ground, and crave for arriving home so badly that the rain drops seemed like creating a thick wall between me and my home, sweet home. I managed to get home safely, well, with a little bit of water inside my shoes and a nice cold that I am feeling today…

With all these, I definitely like summer rains because they remind me of my grandmother … she used to tell me that each rain drop is God’s tear that He sheds for us in order to wash away all the bad things in this world. I was only a child back then, I didn’t understand the deep meaning of these words… A lot of rain has fallen from the sky since then… A lot of time has passed and it still seems it was just few days ago… Every summer rain brings back memories of my childhood, of long holidays spent in the countryside with dandelions shining in the pure sun, the brightest rainbow ever, the smell of burnt ground and grass right after the rain and all so on. I wish I could sense the same perfume on the street yesterday, I were a schoolgirl again, laughing and running barefoot in the field…

Now I associate rain with cleanliness, futility, beauty, hazard and hope. It does wash away the ugly part of the outside world, but also creates life by helping the plant germs grow. After all, we are all passengers in this world, fragile and hopeful, weird and ordinary, but strong and tenacious as water making its way through dangerous cliffs.

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are … (Lyrics from a great song by Sting)


  1. No comments yet.
  1. No trackbacks yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: