Pearls From The Sky

Writing sure is a tough thing, even for the pro. Coming up with a topic especially outside one’s comfort zone really requires some effort.

With these thoughts in my mind, I sit in my balcony, gazing at the empty street outside. And with the extremely humid atmosphere, it surely seems that Mother Nature isn’t keen on helping me either. The only relief are the clouds shielding me from Sun’s wrath. Twirling the pen in my hands, engrossed in my very own thoughts, I barely notice the sudden change in the surroundings.

And then… There at last…

Drop, drop, drop…

A nice and big drop of water falls on my head… Splash..!!

Within the next few minutes, I find myself leaning forward in the balcony and welcoming the rains. It seems as if, Mother Nature read my thoughts and like every loving and caring Mother, she came to the rescue of her child.

I feel every single drop of water on my face, slowly trickling down. It seems an enlightening experience, something so very different from just a while ago.

The water droplets seem to have a "healing power". From the point of impact, till the time they drain away, they carry along with them all the sorrows and negativity. And suddenly I begin to see the world with new vigour and freshness. Then dawns upon, the topic which I had been searching for since long.

These surely are “Pearls” and they have come from “The Sky”.

It’s not just me, but each and every living creature, expressing out loudly their sense of gratitude and relief.

The barren land is alive again and seems to breathe out gently in the form of smell of fresh mud. The trees seem to sway in joy. The branches seem to dance to the tunes of wind and the leaves waving hello to the rain.

The birds and animals seem to rejoice the showers to the fullest. Lazing around in water pools, purring, splashing etc.

Humans, being no different, also express a sense of gratitude for the rain.

Be it cultured or uncultured, sophisticated or unsophisticated, rich or poor, everyone seems to go a bit crazy in the rains. 

The street which was empty a few moments ago, is suddenly crowded with people coming out to enjoy the beautiful and cold droplets of water. Little children are brimming with happiness, splashing water on each other and playing in the mud. Even the grown-ups let down their hair and enjoy a leisurely walk down the rainy street.

The ecstasy is obvious. The joy is palpable. The feeling is even more beautiful than all the words that alphabets can conjure up.

These droplets of water bring about with them happiness. They spread joy all along. Whichever part they fall on is brought alive with renewed energy. It is in fact a memoir of joy, knit together as pearls in a necklace.

The most wonderful thought that came across my mind while standing in the rain was, “Always try to be like the Rain which binds the Sky and the Earth together, who in all eternity cannot meet.”

In life also, we need to be like these drops of water that spread happiness, laughter and hope. No matter how harsh the condition, whenever it rains there is joy.

Similarly, give hope to someone else. Even one person will be sufficient. Make someone laugh, spread happiness. It is infectious.

Let this chain continue throughout the entire earth. Let each one of us become “The Pearls” from the sky because “Life Is To Be Lived.”

We all are “The Pearls” from God. We just need to realize it.

And when we realize it, we need to make others realize it also.

That’s how it goes and that’s how we can make the world a better place to live in.