The Rain

It began to pour this morning when I was half way between my house and the cafe, my regular haunt, where I practice my daily ritual of having coffee, with newspaper preferably, or any idle gossip will do should the papers were in the hands of other customers. I was annoyed of being caught unprepared; if only it LOOKED as it's going to rain BEFORE I left the house, then I could have brought along an umbrella.

Strangely the sun was shining at the same time, BRILLIANTLY! As if Heaven was mocking me, laughing at my silly but serious ritual, at my being distressed over the inevitable; at the unpredictable turn of things in life nobody seems to be prepared for; at life itself, so beautiful and meaningful, yet stained with absurdities of hunger and diseases, injustice and violence.

Then as if by magic, the rain stopped, as abruptly as it began only five minutes before, just when I reached the door of the cafe, soaking wet. Cursing quietly, because that's what I was supposed to do after being played a trick on, but I was really quite happy to be once again on dry ground, in cosy atmosphere, dotted with the familiar faces, humming with muffled conversations, and smelling the heavenly aroma of freshly ground coffee. Nobody had seemed to mind my leaving wet shoe-prints on the floor. Adding to my pleasure, there appeared the most magical rainbow now hanging low in the sky!

Do I have to get soaking wet to appreciate that rain or shine, life takes it's course, and the faces I saw then were the same faces before the troublesome rain, the same friendly surroundings, though ordinary as it has always been, forms nevertheless part of my life, where I chat cheerfully sometimes, let my thoughts run wild at others, small achievements celebrated with a 2nd cup of coffee or even a glass of Champagne, and sorrows or disappointments are reasoned out, put in their right prospective or, more positively, discarded.

It's not a bad day after all but a perfectly wonderful day, I concluded.

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