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It’s Raining
It’s Raining
It was late on a Saturday evening with light raindrops are falling on the ground. It is raining and because of the cloud cover, it is looking like dark. I am enjoying the rain, with full of eagerness. I was in my uncle’s driveway playing with his one-year-old German Shepherd, Moti, and the rain continues to fall. Moti does not mind the rain, and neither do I, so we continue dancing and watching as the rain soaks the pavement. Soon a bright flash lights up the clouds, turning them a pinkish colour. I stopped what I was doing and I notice Moti has too.
Lightning, always to be unexpected, demands and receives complete attention from those who are witnessed to its power. I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my whole body, and I know what is coming next as the rhythm of the rain picks up. I heard that deep ominous roar of thunders back to back is coming ripple across the dark cloudy sky. I looked up in total awe of one of nature’s most captivating phenomenon, not caring that the rain drenches my face; and I was taken me back to a time on the lacrosse field when I disliked this rain with a passion.
align-justify">It was a Monday and I was a senior in our college, enjoying one of my last lacrosse practices when it comes. The perpetual onslaughts of cold, wet pellets begin their assault as I groan in disgust and wince at the sudden chill. I receive with every drop that tries to wet me. I despise these dreadfully menacing droplets as they fall from their fortress in the sky to prey on us; piercing our skin and stripping us, wet and raw, right down to the bone. It comes to my memory when I was playing with Moti.
On that cold, wet, dreary day at lacrosse practice, I suddenly realized that rain has a very special, unique purpose. Rain gives us life and helps things to grow. Without rain, we would have no trees, no spring season, no green grass, no crops, no fruit, and no vegetables too. The list might be never-ending, but the reality of rain is without it, everything on land would cease to be.
With this newfound understanding of rain, I have developed a boundless appreciation of the importance, freshness, and vitality of every single raindrop that falls from the sky above our heads.
