The Rain walked upto me, marching with her wet, cold feet and asked if I want to know her secret.
“Yes”, I cried in surprise and lent my ear to her watery breath and eager moistened lips.
The wind leaned in for he was just as curious as I.
She said, ‘Listen, Rain and tears work the same way.
One clears the heaviness of the sky and the other clears the heaviness of the heart. Every once in a while, they must clear.
The sky isn’t ashamed of its yearly storm, its unrestrained lightening, thundering wails and I, pour and pour. You are also children of the Earth,
And have no reason to be ashamed for when your eyes fill with tears of sadness and pain, from the storms of your heart.
The rain walks the earth and perfumed wildflowers grow, waterfalls flow.
The sky cries and you quench your thirst.
Your heart too grows wildflowers of every colour and resplendent waterfalls flow from the cracks, if you allow tears to empty the sky of your heart.
There is no shame, only beauty.”
And then the Rain walked away and left me and the wind, with her secret and a curtsey to her friend, the rainbow.
A nice likeable fellow, with clothes made of light.
by Shenaz Wahid
2 thoughts on “Rain And Tears”
Hi dear Shenaz !
This is so beautiful, makes such a deep touching impact. Such remarkable writing, though I think you keep evolving, your own search for your own perfection, your own signature style seems never-ending. So your own best keeps flowing from the deepest parts of you & am quite sure readers/admirers are not complaining! Keep it up dear. More power to your ability to create such sparkling literary gems, that glitter & glow when our nights seem dark & we need to see the light. Thank you!
(Am sure you may remember our only remarkable encounter so far – at last year’s Times Litfest in Bandra. )
Wonderful to hear from you Imran. You are quite the poet. I hope to see you this year at the Litfest for more delightful