Rain ...Rain....

I love the rain…it is raining hard and I am loving it ..i love the feel of  the rain..i love the pitter patter on the roof, the smell of fresh everything after the rain and the sun peeking behind the clouds……

I love how the flowers and the plants seem so alive , fresh and dewy after the rain …I love it when it rains…I can sit on my big chair near the window, seeing droplets of rain ,tons of them …sipping hot chocolate and eating to my heart’s desire….

I love it when I can bathe in the rain..it has been long since I have done this….ages ..maybe another life time ago…but  still remember it, I was pregnant with Kiko and Nikita was just one year old or so…it was in San Juan….yes it seems another life time ago….seemingly I have no care , I was pregnant and I was happy…happy as a child playing in the rain….

I miss those days , when I can play in the rain, with no cares …..

Today I would like to think I am happy still, and maybe I am….however, the rains bring another feeling…..I am still happy to see my old friend ,the rain, but at the back of my mind. I  am bothered…there is this tingling feeling of unease……….the rain is my friend…but it is an impatient rain….unmindful ……

It is raining hard again….I am afraid…the rivers will swell, the waters will rush in, flooding …flooding and bring chaos in the street, in the lives of people….

These days, the rain  wrecks     havoc, with no thought, no concern for the lives it has turned upside down… and yet …

The rain is still my friend….I await the day when I can feel it again in my face……I await my friend knowing fully well ,things may not turn out well …..

But the rain is the rain…its power all its own …….i hope one day others will befriend the rain…again