Last night the wind sang loudly and gaily blew notes of rain into our lives. The roaring chorus of thunder defied the darkness and gladly welcomed the illuminated sky. And with the earth smelling divine, heaven seemed just another raindrop away.
My day had had its ups and downs, its laughter and stretches of silence. There could not have been a better manner in which it blended in with the morrow.
It is moments like these, stolen furtively from the hands of Time, that show me how beautiful life can be. A few moments earlier that night, I had been regretting the clumsiness of my tongue. The sudden shower showed me how a torrent of pure emotion is often all that is needed to put one's soul at ease.
Tonight, as I recall the drenched glory of midnight past, I feel that I may find expression again. My words may yet reveal what my heart has been longing to disclose, and I may find peace once more.
3 comments:
a touching work..really made me feel i am in a parallel world...
And we hope our definition of 'pure emotion' tallies with the other's definition of the same. It would be pitiful if there are discrepancies but a delight if it is drawn on similar lines. But somehow when it is time to unleash the torrent of pure emotions, when it is needed most, we fail miserably.
aye, milady, i read your blog with moments stolen from the hands of time, and it shows me how beautiful life is. thank ya, milady!
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