The Rain: An Allegory

You tried to write your thoughts but at the end of few lines, you crumpled the paper and didn’t notice that your bin has been loaded by crushed garbage. You again tried to rewrite your idea but you ended up doodling an ugly artwork, if you call it artwork. You became impatient and a cold blood.

You thought about cool things on the way home, and kept on organizing the obsession you wanted to convey; but when you scribbled, everything vanished into nil and the thoughts tangled up like fragile ropes in an abandoned swing. You became temperamental and a potential harm.

You felt sorry for yourself because of the burden of unexpressed thoughts. You sensed like something infiltrated your system making you limb and numb; and like gravity, pulled you down inch by inch until you became weaker…and weaker…and weaker…it snapped out your sanity…it made you faint into oblivion, and ingested you down the drain.

And then you woke up with the thought of getting yourself another shot, but still, your senses are anesthetized and your mind drifted like snowflakes in a wintry weather. You sipped a cup of hot coffee to get your head on, but not even its aroma made you crave for the will to confront your failing. Your body chilled and your mind shivered as if you have had frostbites.

You looked at the rain and your contemplation has been washed out by its flood. You stared outside looking at the glass door without noticing the magnificence of everything within your sight. You are blinded by a blank mind and you missed to recognize the nods and smiles of the cheerful passersby.

And then you ran and locked yourself in the bathroom; and in your birthday suit you sat in the tub while the waters drip down your body. You hoped that it would wash all the depressing force that clouded you to frail. You tried to enjoy your privacy, your solitary confinement.

You walked into your room soaking wet, naked and half awake while the dog stared blankly at you. You lit a cigar with the thought that it would somehow melt down your desperation, but like every puff that came out from your mouth, your mind still faded in the wind adding up the pain. You suddenly became agitated and impatient.

You sat at your bedside for a moment to untangle wired thoughts but you have no choice but to scream…and scream…and scream. You stood up wanting for bliss; you looked up wishing for serenity. You gazed yourself at the mirror and out of the blue, you noticed a bare body of a vulnerable reflection smiling at you. You then realized how prudent you are, and you grinned like a red bull ready to be unleashed. You recognized your strength and regained your power. You released a sigh of relief to acknowledge that you are invincible after all. You showed a gesture of a new hope.

Your will came to vigor and your thought fortified your drive to endure. You put on your trouser and you ran out the room. The rain has never stopped, but you playfully enjoyed it like the kid you used too. You ran and jumped in circles, and you liked the freewill to fight and the euphoria to win. You are unperturbed by the lightning and thunder. You let lose the brave child in you. You are a new you. The dog chased you for a kiss of welcome. The rain hasn’t stop, it poured down even harder…and harder…and harder…and the silhouettes of a pleased man and a joyful vex are the only things visible amidst the gloom.

And the rain poured harder…and harder…and harder…while the laughter grew louder…and louder…and louder…