something about life
by Nico Ramos
The Rain
The rain, so torrential and forceful, hits the pavement. As instantaneous as the water falls, a stream in the road is formed, and the dirt, the debris, and the grime along the lonely curb are cleared away. As the scene is played out from my bedroom window, I unbelievably envy the curb. Because it, unlike my self, has been cleaned and renewed in a metaphorical way that I could only dream of.
There is something so intrinsic, so symbolic about the rain. Maybe it is because after a rainstorm, there is a rainbow left behind? Is that our little colorful reminder of hope? Either way, when I see the rain, I am constantly reminded that there is a renewing force that will restart my life. I just don’t know when it will occur.
18 davidatlanta
Perhaps, we all wish some proverbial rainstorm will wash over us. Maybe that rainstorm will come in the form of a relationship or in a friend. No matter what form it comes in, we are all waiting for the rain. I am tired of waiting. I will not wait anymore for some relationship to restart me, and God knows I refuse to wait for a friend to do that job. Instead, I am relying on my self. I could be wrong, but why do we use ourselves as a back up plan? When did having faith in ourselves become secondary to having faith in others? Personally, after having faith in others get thrown into my face time and again, I have started to have faith in myself. It is never to late for us to wash away our own problems and make them go away ourselves; so that eventually we will be ready for something great in our lives, so that we will have a friend or relationship enhance us instead of complete us. Starting now, I will let the rain poor down, because the rain, the cleansing, will start within me.