It all started in the middle of the day, while I was in my room, doing nothing. A unknown instinct made me look through my window and the scene, I saw, brought me a message of rebirth. I found the sky covering fast with the dark clouds. It was good sign after a month long tormentation of the scorching Summer. Suddenly, the gusty winds started to blow. Trees were nodding madly as they were dis rooted. I saw a demon of dust was rushing towards me. The surrounding became blurred and white. The road infront of my house covered itself with the fiery red petals of the Gulmohar tree (I call it The Tree of Heaven). Then the magic happened. The first drop of rain of the year proudly reached the dusty ground. The gust of the wind decreased. Seconds passed and the nature poured down on Earth to conquer her reign again. It was the first rain of the year. Leaves became brighter, earth became wet and I heard the sweetest music of the year once again. She always amazed me. I starred, I continued looking at her stupefied. I stretched my hand, she hold it and then pour down on my face. This day was very special for me. Not only it was the first rain of the year but also it was the day of my rebirth too. I felt unknown feeling was filling me up. I can not describe her beauty at that time. I have no words, no sounds. what I could do at that moment was to loose my self in the ecstasy of the new existence of mine created by her. I told her to pour, to pour in me. I lost in her, She lost in me. My feet drove me out to the road. I headed to the field. The wet winds made my body soothing. The wet smell of the earth was making me drowsy. Raindrops were touching my body, caressing my heart. I reached the field under 'the tree of heaven'. I picked up the grounded fiery red flowers as the bliss of the rain. And then everything seemed to me like a dream. I recognized. It was the time, the right time. I came to the centre of the field where the bright green grassy ground was slightly down. I looked up and did a thing I never did. I sided my umbrella forgetting my nature of catching cold and every bondage I bore. I subsided them and let the rain fall upon my face, my eyes and on my lips. My disheveled hair went wet. I forgot about the existence of my all body parts except my lips which were enjoying the kiss of the rain. As the cold drops touched me, I felt truly free from all bondages. I AM BORN FREE.
For the first time in my life, I lived my dream. I thought I was the king. I stood there motionless as I thought I would not let the precious moments pass so fast. I was then living me dream after all. When I got back my senses, I moved but stopped again under the tree. No sooner did I look up, a flow of rain water poured down on my lips along from the bent bunch. The first water of my new life. I came back home drenched from my head to my muddy toe. Within one hour the rain stopped. I fond a perfectly shaped fiery red petal on the dusty floor of my room beneath the western window. It was the most precious gift. It was a gift from her on the day of my rebirth.
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