Pain is like rain; tragedy is the storm.
At first, each drop is noticeable. You flinch as each cold drop hits your shirt, then your head, and next your leg. They all hit with intense randomness. You try to cover up, to protect yourself from above. But it’s impossible.
Even though it hurts, there is nothing you can do to prevent it. Soon, you accept the discomfort. You know that there is no way out; you just get through it. You must simply wait till the storm ends.
As the storm continues, it picks up and now your covered head to toe. Soaked in sadness and sorrow. But you can’t feel it; surprisingly you’re not too cold. You marvel at how initially every raindrop ached, and how you flinched with the thought of more. But now, now that you’re drenched it doesn’t matter. You no longer wish for it to stop; you feel nothing now.
The rain blocked out everything else. Now all you and feel is the rain and you are comfortable with that.
The storm stops, the rain lightens, the sun begins to shine. That is when it hurts a bit more. The rain no longer engulfs you; the wind presses the cold wet clothes against your body. As if you are reliving the initial droplets all over again.
The sun is out, but clouds cover it every now and again. Night falls: it’s the worst after a storm.
As the sun sinks below the horizon, its warmth leaves with it. You will not dry much this evening. You must fall asleep; trying to make the time go by quickly. To get back to the sun: just to feel warmth again.
But you’re shivering; you won’t sleep much tonight.
Sometimes…you dry off completely, you’re purge all the sadness and forget the cold, dark, pain of suffering. Other times, another storm rolls in, and it starts all over again.
Rarely, it’s monsoon season: one storm after another. After a while, you accept the fate, find comfort in the dark. The nights are still long, but you’ve learned ways to escape its grasp.
Rather than hoping for the sun, you learn how to survive in the rain. Sometimes it’s just better to stay in the rain. That is your world now, and after enough storms that’s all you expect.
Israa Fer from Algeria on March 12, 2017:
"That is your world now and after a while that’s all you expect" we only expect rain and darkness.
whonunuwho from United States on March 04, 2017:
I can see a metaphorical comparison to the trials and tribulations we experience in our lives. I once was so distraught and walked in the rain, knowing it was to engulf my very soul. After it was over and I returned home, I felt as if a burden had been lifted from my shoulders. It was emotionally seductive. Thank you for sharing this poignant and emotional work, my friend. Blessings to you. whonu