Went for coffee with kids.. Had it at the sea side.. It was awesomely beautiful.. Pouring and drizzling intermittently in a competition all their own.. And i loved every moment of it.. Walked on the parapet for the first time ever.. Watching the waves crash into the rocks.. Pale yet determined.. A silent duel trying to wear each other off.. Tiny pellets of raindrops defiant, derisive of containing the sea into any boundaries.. Even as i looked around to see everything and everyone drenched in its cascading touches.. Fleeting.. Assailing.. Uplifting..
Took a walk enjoying the romance of the breeze and rain on my skin.. And hair.. Senses enamored .. overflowing.. Ineffectually wanting to soak it all in.. Into that one single moment.. And all i could feel was mute spellbinding ecstasy.. Are these the fleeting touches of divinity that we recognize in moments that we let ourselves see..
Came back home.. It is still pouring outside.. There is a strange mesmeric music in the sound of the rain.. The waves lapping against the rocks.. The sound of water falling from a great height.. Or flowing over rocks.. And each note different, unique.. Entrancing.. A divine orchestra of natural instruments.. Averring music is there in every atom every pore.. to which the elements dance in seamless synchronicity.. Am about to sleep now.. What is this essential reserve inside that falls shy of physical giving.. Yet intensifies words to a draining extreme.. Where people fall shy of knowing how to react in the face of such giving intensity.. It was pouring like crazy.. As if the clouds were exploding..
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