First Rain

The first of the summer rains made quite an entrance this year.  It was a subtle opening scene made up of drum rolls of thunder followed by the quick burst of a rain shower and then golden hairs of lightening decorating the discontinuous grey and cerulean sky.  It was lovely.  The air went from dusty and acrid to fresh and pungent with a slight and welcome coolness.

I was out for a walk.  It wasn’t exercise.  It was one of those, ‘I walk in the hope of inspiration’, type of walks.  I have given myself a massive task to achieve.   I’m positive about it all, but with the occasional healthy balance of fear fed jitters.  I was walking in the hope of being touched by inspired solutions to the many challenges that linger.  When the first droplet hit me I gasped.  Then came another droplet.  I looked skyward. Then a shower hit my face, followed by a torrent and then it stopped.  The whole drama lasted for two minutes, or less.  The word ‘anointing’ popped into my mind.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never is, but always to be blessed – What is the first rain without a little poetry?  This is from Alexander Pope.  It popped into my head immediately after the ‘anointing’ billboard.  And since this first rain moment is unredeemable I decided not to waste it on worry for a moment longer.  My pent up tears made an instant metamorphosis becoming feathers of hope –  Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words – (Emily Dickenson).  Dancingintherainlarger

I promised myself I would dance to that tune in the second burst of first rain.

 

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About Tselane Tambo

I share myself in these desultory ramblings. It’s my thoughts and memories; some anecdotes and opinions. It’s an accidental autobiography. When you’ve meandered through these pages you’ll be within reach of a little piece of me. Thank you for dropping by.
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One Response to First Rain

  1. And during all this I was inside Montecasino enjoying theatre, dinner and more theatre. Sometimes one misses out on the simple pleasures of life because of programming too much into one’s days.

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