The rain attack

As if summoned by the tribal witchdoctors chanting some ancient voodoo call, the majestic rain army comes down with all its pride, sounds and fury……. The big palm trees shivering in fear just by the sound of these tiny soldiers …the Commander in chief totally in control of His army…..the water-brigade totally in sync with the wind battalion and the thunder snipers ………..rivers of dead rain soldiers flowing everywhere with the same gruesome dignity fulfilling their motives of momentary life.

A big thunder strike and I found myself woke up in utter darkness, with the rain soldiers still dancing and laughing, rushing towards their own end….…..

Whatever it was….. a rain dance for the funeral celebration of a tribal chief …. or the angels of the strange land coming to pick the unnamed child who has not passed 8 days to claim his worldly name and existence…. Or just another splash of rain to keep things wet and waking us up……. the drama of life and death continues, and we in our comfortable zone of existence, undisturbed by these small whispers, sleep….enjoying our dreams of reality. Our convenient amnesia keeps dozing us into the modern lifestyle of running for money , branded food and espresso coffee shots, away from all the simple things…the clear blue sky clouded with stars….the chanting of thick rain forests…the noisy calmness of untouched beaches….eating with friendly village people who have good reasons to believe in nature’s food and time abundance.
All it takes is just for once to forget about the things we don’t understand and live with the simple ones we do….., with our desires directing our thoughts and not the other way around. Imagine a person having his tummy full out of fresh hunted meat, and not thinking about tomorrow’s food (why think when you can see plenty out their)…. Can he be compared with today’s modern civilized rich man having a lot of money and sense of ownership but with a curse of how to secure what he owns.

I think I am getting old or perhaps mad……..