The Monsoon's Gift In The Autumn

Monsoon Rain had left many ago; but she left a gift to this autumn for me that made me remember her again. This golden autumn had something to rejoice me, activate me. I, very shamefully, did not get in the Rain in whole Monsoon but today I, alone at home, smear off all the fear, shame that were holding me from the back. I stood there when the rain started. Then it increased but I stood still, and at last the rain ignited the fire in me. I lifted my head up. Rain was pouring on me from the South and East like an ocean wave. An indistinct laugh escaped from my throat. I could not think about anything else. I was not thinking anything at all. I was just feeling. I ran, I jumped, I dance, I sang in the rain. Then I closed my eyes, stretched my hands and felt that I am falling, falling from the world, falling from the time. Ecstasy!!

My clothes were soaked. I put them off and felt the rain again. I ran, I shout, I sang in the rain…

I am feeling shortage of words to explain. ‘Cause it was much worth than words – another magical moment of my life. Like to be born again from the rain…


I took a little part in the orchestra that was being created in the shower. I felt periodic rhythms in that tip-tap. It was the sweetest music of the year. Then I sang when the music mixed with my soul. The thunders accompanied me in the crescendos… And I sang…

I’m falling

The winds are calling

Yes, I’m falling

The world is falling

This mind is falling

This time is falling

To this eternity

Can’t recognize…

I’m falling

The world’s calling

The winds are calling…