Walking in the rain
By David Taehee Lee
Imagine walking in the rain. The drops hit small yet consistently on the bare flesh. The breeze sends shivers down the thin, fragile body. A small sigh, even a moan of agony, escapes the moist lips.
And there it is: A rainbow at dusk. Its magnitude beyond human recognition, hovering high in the sky, empowering one with an emotion that can not be put to words.
While the sight leaves one breathless, however, they, having been in the downfall for too long, chew on the treat with a rather bitter note: ‘Beauty, it seems, lingers at the end of things.’
True, many great things can only be achieved after a struggle, a brawl in the mud, many hardships. After all, the fruit is of its ripe…
But is it so?
Maybe beauty is always out there. Somewhere. Waiting to be appreciated.
Maybe the earth, once slippery and soggy below my feet, had sprouted a new life, born of the wind.
Maybe that eagle, merely a spectacle in the red sky, nevertheless fluttering its majestic wings, invites me to surpass my limits and defy gravity as well.
Maybe that walk in the rain: Hath I not neglected thy warm animation amidst the chill? And now, with mine breeze, I spell thy hallowed name on the misted windowsill…
Maybe the rain itself: Only in the rain can we come to appreciate the world’s objects in a greater view. To know that what we have is not for granted but a work of endeavors of our phantom of the past, that harvest stems from the flood. Or simply let ourselves loose from a more troubled world… for it is our dream.
And from that rain, we learn the might to create our own weather. A world that we design. One that will live up to our hopes and dreams.
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it’s gonna take
A million dreams, for the world we’re gonna make!
For the world we’re gonna make…
