Rain

The raindrops, I'm convinced they are heaven sent, that they are heaven's angels' way of telling us. Telling us what, you may ask? Telling us to feel. No one seems to be getting it though, the message is lost in transient. Location: Longwood Ave in Boston when a path of rain presents itself amongst those present. One gentlewoman agitatedly pulls out her umbrella, clearly inconvenienced by the impromptu shower. One hollowed man wrestles with his stubborn zipper, trying with all his might to get it to obey his orders. Others hover in masses under brick shelters, not wanting to get wet. Very understandable, I've been there myself. In a looks orientated world, us girls don't want our hair and makeup we so defiantly worked on that morning to come undone due to some sporadic raindrops! Others, well others simply don't want to feel the unpleasantness that the cold, wet raindrops impart upon their skin.

However, I challenge you to let a raindrop soak into your skin sometime or other. To do so, one must use the practice of mindfulness (a concept in which I suggest everyone read up on). Let the rain seep into your skin, and continue to linger within you. Allow the rain to make an impact, to allow it to allow you to do something drastic: feel. Feel, with every inch of your body and relish in the fact you are alive, blocking out all other potential distractions. Despite your hardships, let the rain serve as a trusty reminder that you are here and for good reason.

So often, we run from the rain. In all fairness, though, it's just there to remind us we are alive; it reminds us we are beings on this earth who are here for short inklings of time. Rain; when is the last time you've felt it?  - A