Come Rain

 

 

 

The Manson is about to start.  Any moment of the day it starts pouring cats and dogs.  There is no way to foresee it.  You can’t look at the stars at night say tomorrow will be a clear day.  7 minutes after you have hand washed your clothes and hang them it could start raining like crazy.  Actually I have noticed that the rain waits for someone to hang some clothes.  The moment you say it is so hot I will just wash a couple a t-shirts to cool it cools down immediately.  First days I would run to save the clothes from the rain but now all I do is wait for the sun to come up and the clothes dry eventually.  Because the moment you think the rain is over and start hanging them again, it starts raining again. Well to be perfectly honest, nothing ever dries any ways, it is so humid. 

 

 

The funny thing is; how you try to go on with your daily life under the Manson.  You need an umbrella to go to the toilet or the kitchen.  The small fight you give washing your hands under an umbrella trying to fall down on you is an effort.  Umbrella is the most useful tool here.  It protects you from the rain and the sun.  And since most of the year is whether sunny or rainy you can imagine how much you would appreciate the umbrella.  They say the umbrella was actually invented to protect from the sun, the first time someone ever used the umbrella for the rain they laughed at her. Only a woman could do thatJ  Oh I know people would laugh at me in my hometown if I walked with an umbrella under the sun, but 40-45 degrees is not funny actually.  So I would laugh back at them under the comfort of my own shadowy space.

 

 

As soon as the rain starts, the corn left to dry in yard are being picked up really fast by all the family.  The kitchen is being closed and sealed.  Then everybody moves inside the house and waits.  Usually with the rain power goes out.  And in a moment there is nothing but a heavy rain screaming and beating down the house.  It might sound as an aggressive sound but no, it is the most soothing sound I have ever heard live.  The beauty of not being able to do anything surrounds you in comfort.  You must sit and wait.  Everyone lets themselves go in the rain, the nature’s great power and the overwhelming peace that comes with surrender.   The rush of the first moments of the rain fades away and a silent peaceful air unfolds.

 

 

The night in Manson is also a little peculiar.  It is cooler than summer but the rain beating down the aluminum roof makes you somehow conscious of what’s going on.   But instead of 45 degrees and humid silent I have learned to appreciate the beauty of the grumble.  The rain turns into a lullaby soon…

 

The moment you give in to the power of the nature, the senseless instability, the arrogance that ignores your existence in way you fall asleep.  There is a greater force out there.   Greater than you, so great you can’t resist, cope, make sense of or restrain.  So you give in.  So I give in, for the first time in my life….