No matter which month the rains pour down. It makes us feel relieved, but like everything else we get from nature we want rains to be not more nor less. Balance is always a need, in making life comfortable, we need limits to be safe.
Age is desired, too short or too long, makes us miserable.Years in life ,ages our body but never our soul. ..Rains are like gift from sky..clouds are like a postal service. Carry and deliver, shower it over a selected land..the earth that was barren and dry..gets life again..as if dead came alive..where no green was seen..its a forest of trees.
The earth has so many dead buried within..and if we had to count everyone how long will it take, perhaps years and years..turning us from young to very old..yet we can not count..just as we can never count number of rain drops falling ..everywhere..around and above..We wouldn’t be able to count how many waves surfaced on ocean..it just laps every minute or so..and the stars that twinkle..we eagerly count up to few..then our eyes see more and more..and we let it go 🙂
Each day ..we wake up and pray for the day to pass happily and when it is time to sleep..we pray forgiveness..life is also like a single day..we pray it to be happy and worth living ..eventually death puts us to sleep…