It was raining, the window is open, the curtains swaying along. There is no power, quite common here, but then to be honest, it is the best feeling. It is dark both inside and outside. The outdoors slightly lit up, the soothing sound of the raindrops elegantly dropping on the leaves, and gently flowing onto the ground. Once it reaches the ground, the ecstatic pleasant odour that emanates from the fertile soil. In all its magnificence, the rain, it hits us, it pulls us into our past, it fast-forwards into our future and it blooms in our present. The power to hold time, to pull it all together.
I see it as the disposition of nature, its affection towards her children.
The tiny plant outside, newly arrived, in its new home, feeling satiated, the rain having quenched its thirst and the familiar smell.
The kitten sitting on top of the slightly discoloured sofa, with one paw on the net that keeps the mosquitoes away, slightly moving her tail, from left to right at a particular time interval, staring straight into the night. Wondering what the sound is, why the long stick like figures outside are dancing like her tail. Or maybe they are calling her out, we are all nature’s children after all!