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Friday, 1 February 2013 @ 13:14
“Sometimes we have to let it go,
honey,” said Mummy.
“I don’t think I can,” said
Cloud.
.
. . . .
November
Air were dancing with glee. Sunlight beamed its light onto them. They all look
blissful with their partners. Laughter was ripe among them. Then, they stopped.
Another dance would be performed. Their toes ready, fingers settled in
position. Soon, the Winter ballet started. November Air continued dancing on
branches of pine trees, bare oak trees, and the trees, too, swayed from left to
right, pleasuring grief and loneliness of the sharp air.
Autumn was about to end.
Sunlight went dim. In an instant,
everything turned darker. The music of Autumn slowed down. A hush was heard. November
air waned into nothingness. December Wind took charge. And every cloud in the
kingdom gathered.
White
flakes slowly fell onto rivers and lakes, friends with gills swam deeper
towards warmth, soon, the water stood still in tranquility.
Every crisp from every leaves
frozen beneath layers of coldness, furry friends lullaby their little ones,
humming soft notes to soothe their beating hearts, to calm their minds, while
the others waited for sweet dreams to visit them.
Cloud
was staring at the life under him hid themselves from the snow. He watched the
colour of Earth turned pale. Sighed upon the sad state of Earth, he refused to
give out snow despite his mother’s urges.
“I’m
worried that my friends will get sick,” Cloud said, denying his ego.
“Why,
they are all cocooned in their shelters, warm enough to catch a cold,” Mummy
reassured him.
“Come
on, chap! You’ve whined about this all November already! Look at Stratus, ready
and all. Why can’t you be him, eh?” Cumulus teased him.
Stratus
was staring at his own reflection on the big lakes. He was admiring on how much
he had grown darker, bigger, and tougher than his two brothers. Not even the charming
giggles of Cirruses could take his eyes off of himself.
In
seconds, snow had covered Earth. December wind had sprinkled crystals of
snowflakes everywhere, decorating Earth as they wish. The whiteness blinded
Clouds eyes. He turned his eyes off the surface and saw little by little, his
brothers began to fade away. Mummy was out of sight. He panicked a little.
Stratus became smaller and smaller. He watched his arms became shorter as
Stratus threw flakes upon flakes onto Earth. Later, he vanished. Cloud looked
for Cumulus. Then, he found him to be darker and showering Earth with freezing
droplets.
“Cumulus!
Stop! Stop pouring water! You’ll die! Stop!” shouted Cloud.
“Aww… I
know that. We all know that,” responded Cumulus calmly with a smile.
“Then,
why are you doing this?”
“Sometimes,
that’s how loving works. Aren't we to give and…”
“Disappear?
And not even a credit granted?”
“We
give to give. We do not ask to be given in return.” Then, the rain stopped.
There was not a single cloud left except for
Cloud. He looked for other surviving clouds. Nowhere. Nobody. Soon, his anger
grew.
We give to give. We do not ask to be given in return. The words
chanted in his head, repeating itself one after the other.
“Sometimes, we have to let it go, honey.”
“To let what go, Mummy? Raindrops? Snowflakes? Which one?”
“Love.”
Cloud hugged himself tightly,
cradling himself from left to right refuses to sacrifice his existence for
Earth. However, what’s left for him now? With no one around, isn’t solitude is
just the same as loneliness? And isn’t loneliness is no different than
disappearing? Unnoticed, his tears began to form drizzles that were then
collected by the wind. Some fell onto a robin with its right wing stuck under a
layer of thin ice. The water droplets melted the ice off the robin and later it
flew back to its nest happily. Cloud stopped crying. He felt grateful for the
robin. At least it didn’t die in this cold weather. He moved onto a grain field
and began to let out snowflakes, blanketing the crop from the cold air. Seeing
each grain lying underneath the sheet of snow sent bliss to his heart.
We have to let it go. He understands it now.
“Be warm, everyone. See you in spring.
I hope,” he whispered to Earth as he slowly vanished into thin air. The snow
finally stopped. And every living on Earth slept silently that December with
their wishful hearts of meeting each other again soon.
Monday, 3 December 2012 @ 18:35
Love him
Fullstop.
- - - ok not yet.
He's basically a stranger who posts wise words that in return, lift my heart to a level where I believe, yup, his blog, gonna be my Motivational Booth.
Stopping by reading his answers to people's inquiries, posting bout his thoughts on things,
I just find them calming.
Labels: nonfiction, peace, rain
Monday, 26 November 2012 @ 18:38
Labels: class, life, nonfiction, rain, rant
Wednesday, 14 November 2012 @ 14:42
Braaaaaaaaanngggggggbufffffggghhhhh!
The majestic vein-like lights started to roam the darkened sky. Slowly, the dry pavements began to wet with little raindrops. Drip upon drip they sent shivers to her weak bones. The silhouette of big trees opposite her house swung from right to left. The clouds were having a war again. The glass window was wet washed up by heavy rain. Her vision became a blur. She wiped the glass window repeatedly though she knew already that the blurriness would not go away. All she saw then were bright lights from the streets and heard the swish of tires against the tarred roads. She put her paw against the window pane. It felt cold. The glass window was smooth compared to the rough tarred road. She remembered the revolting greenish slime under her paws before. The colour never seemed to vanish even until today. However, she was glad that the smell had gone. The mixed odour of wet garbage, mud, grass, blood and rotten food; they smelled of desolation and disgrace. It was horrific. She loved the rain though. It had this wonderful distinct smell that always seemed to soothe her unsettled heart. The every drip of it that fell onto a solid object played a rhythm of life. Drip, drip, drip, her soul waltzed to it. Drip, drip, drip, her body felt light.
Her eyes slowly shutting as her head rested onto her paws. Suddenly, a bright light flashed before her eyes. A small vehicle stopped on the side of the road. A little boy ran out of the car and disappeared into the tall grass among the big trees. Soon, he went out with a small animal in his arms. It was a very small kitten. She wondered how the little boy managed to see that tiny creature since it was quite dark and rainy. She couldn’t figure out the mystery very well as heavy breath rose slowly from her chest. She thought maybe children do have mysterious instincts. Their pure hearts could always see what we could not. The rain was stopping.
The little boy hugged the kitten tightly and his parents patted on his back like a congratulate gesture. She stared out to the boy as he wrapped the little kitten with his sweater. She also saw him wiping the little kitten’s paws with it. She looked down to hers. A few thin furs surrounded the window seat. Her head felt heaviness so she rested it onto her paws. Little by little, the sun peeked out from behind the big trees. She saw the boy bringing the kitten into the car. The kitten looked a bit weak but she knew that it would be given a home where it could grow healthy and strong. Her gaze steadied onto the new family then her eyes began to shut tight. Now, all she could hear was the vehicle driving off. The rainwater from the tiny hanging orchid pots fell onto a broken stool outside the window. Drip, drip, drip, it played the rhythm of life. Drip, drip, drip, the raindrop fell and her pulse danced slowly to it. She felt glad that a soul was saved that day. She felt fortunate to have witnessed such wonderful event. Drip, drip, drip, the raindrop fell like a tick of a clock. Her breath drew heavier, her heartbeat stopped then she fell into eternal darkness. No raindrops were heard ever since.