Revelation in the Rain
REJUVENATING RAIN
A nagging headache was troubling me as I worked on my project. Probably because of the incessant work on the laptop, or the professional war front with manipulative and obnoxious coworkers. I was home alone working on my vacation at my grandmother’s penthouse, internally debating whether to get another cup of coffee or a swiggy order. Desperately looking for options as I reached a burnout state.
A loud roar of thunder brought me back to reality. When I peeped out of my window, a sultry mid-July afternoon turned into spectacular scenery. It looked refreshing. Dark clouds engulfed us and were ready to pour down. I was sure it would be very heavy rain. I remembered how this one time I forced my grandmother to play in the rain with me and how a dominating and authoritative figure transformed into a small child and enjoyed the rain while narrating her childhood stories. Something kindled in my heart, which told me to race into the terrace before it was too late. I did not waste even a second contemplating as I was afraid that I might change my mind.
I walked out of my room and into the open terrace with slow and nonfluctuating steps. My mind was screaming at my foolish act while my heart was beaming with bliss which was evident on my face. The climate was breathtaking. The usually unnoticed hills looked magnificent while the munificent clouds blanketed them. The clear blue sky turned almost grey and my heart was never that ready for the inevitable. Tip tap, pitter-patter tip tap. There it was, the inescapable downpour.
I stood in the middle of the terrace with spine straight, chin up and with open arms as if inviting the rain to embrace me, and as an acknowledgement, the rain-drenched me, top to toe in just a few seconds. I could smell, hear, feel, taste, see the rain, and it was ecstatic, euphoric and exhilarating. I lost track of who I am, I lost the “me” and in a strange way, losing was grand. The water drenched me and I quenched my thirst. My thirst for being recognized, my thirst for just being there. The thirst for being heard, the thirst for being acknowledged. It was as though the rain hushed me and was just being there concurrently healing me.
I was not a person anymore, I was an embodiment of the Pancha Bhoota, the five elements. I was in the air I breathed, in the earth, I stood upon, in the sky, I looked up to, in the fire that was within me and in the water that i was soaked in. I could feel the five elements cleansing and restoring my aura and soul just as a good doctor works on his patients. I could feel the frustration slowing being replaced by determination, stress by intense bliss, anxiety by sobriety. I was quiet and still and let nature take the lead.
That moment, realization dawned, that this is salvation. What else could this be? Liberating yourself from the boundaries of your body and unifying with the Prakrithi around you is salvation. Just like a river after merging into the sea becomes the sea just by realizing that you are not a part of nature, but you are nature, you become THE UNIVERSE. How did this truth escape? Why is everybody running behind futile things or searching in the wrong places to procure happiness, when the ultimate happiness is within you?
Very Good
Excellent nar ration of forgetting ourselves in showering happiness of becoming one with nature ultimate bliss or nirvana?