i hope it rains...

It's almost 5pm when the rain started to teem on earth. “My moment”- said to myself in an engaging tranquil tone as if I had an image of manna falling from the sky. It poured hard and it created a fervent sound, a thumping reverberation on the tin roof and creating a rhythm, a harmony, a melody in my ears. The resonance had quivered my senses, swinging my body, lifting my spirit, and launching my heart to heaven. I made a hot coffee and I sat on the couch, listening to the air brought by the rain as it leads through my lucid imagination. Then I took a few sips of my coffee and loomed into the open door. The fresh, crispy wind had seized me, unfolding myself to my own buoyancy. And the raindrops were dancing as they touch the ground with intense joy, just like meeting up for your loved ones after long years of waiting. “It’s raining hard and I hope it doesn’t end…”I took my coffee and drank it til’ the last drop, savoring the aroma as it travels with the air. I sat down on the couch and let myself to drift into the realm of my fantasy til' d last drop of the rain...