I like rain, I just realised and I shared a story about it with a stranger. It's beautiful, he said. I felt good in the moment of telling, sharing and realizing what rain truly is. Tears from the gods. An expression of their feelings. Liquid sunshine. Kisses from the sun. For me? Each drop? Carrys a moment. It was good sharing freely some stories, keeping their spirit alive. Stories are moments of life. They are there to touch our hearts, make us believe, dream and recognize ourselves in them. Stories are there to be told and heard and learnd from them.

I recognised something.

At points of storytelling, I was loosing focus, loosing the point. I stumbled about my recognition. Loosing the point, the story and it's essence even more. Out of shape in story telling, hey? I recognised something else. Looking at the rain falling down the sky, one moment I really like to remember as well as to share, popped straight in my mind and with embracing it, an other beautiful memory came back and an other. I embraced all of them. I also recognised that there was no 'need' for the stranger to listen and hear all of those, but it was important for me to feel and remember all of them … as well as to share some, I knew, reach him and he keeps and remembers, maybe even sharing this rain moment one day with an other stranger.

I realized and felt, something had happened to me. I look differently at rain. I honestly can say: I love rain. I appreciate it's pure and true existence. I love rain for what rain in all it's own uniquie beauty is. I love when it falls from the skies. The drops carriy life, moments and feelings. Liquid kisses from the sun. I also embrace you rain.

Thank you for being what you are.

I went inside. Needed space for my self to keep what was arising inside me alive. In this moment. My small earthy painted square room seem to turn into a cave, a cave of inner self reflection. Sitting down on the bed, I tried to keep, what just came to me. No, I just let the 'movie' keep going. It wasn't about to end. It was touching. It was reaching, I was reaching, we were reaching out … to each other.

Again. Rain moments appeared before my inner eye cinema. Bounding moments. Beautiful moments. I embraced them, thankfully and how more the love an thankfulness about those last experience were raising in my heart and chest, more and more moments were being in limbo around myself. Waiting to get softly touched, kissed, and loved. Happy. Each moment coming to me, let me expand, sending love, light and a 'thank you' to those I shared and lived them with. Each moment letting my heart beat louder and louder. Alive and loving.

It was a rainy day. A tremendous thunder. An intense lightning and flashing straight ahead. Silent. Static in the air. The time seemed to hold it's breath. Rain. Was falling. From the sky. A spontaneous outburst of the skies. An impenetrable curtain of rain streams falling from the skies. It was wild. It was sudden. I looked around in my earthy cave. The air was filled with the melody of the weather. Rain moments. The earthy walls reflected in the simplicity of the mirror. Nothing else. Just the tears of the universe rolling down as rain drops the reflecting surface of the mirror.

Backflash into the back yard: Such a 'simple' thing - Rain. Do we really often think about it? How do you think and experience rain?

Sitting down in the back yard of a low budget guest house, watching the amounts of water washing down the sky towards concrete floor that's not able to fusion with the refreshing present from the heaven, while local guitar rhythms are trying to reach out to me trough the thickening and all other noises swallowing rainfall.

Rain is

for me …

… liquid sunshine and kisses from the sun* … and brings me back to Malaysia, Penang, beloved hostel daddy Charlie and his heart touching broken english stories about the sun watching over and protecting us, the clouds her helper and that one day the sun will call us, her children back to her. Those simple stories have a magic spell on me. I love the idea and I love the feeling, the message they carry with them. Charlie had so many stories. I love him for that. Thank you, Charlie, thank you for being you and have entered my life and cinema play.

… the strong and securing hand around my wrist guiding and leading me through nearly breast high raised river water on the middle of the road to reach the other side and the warmth of home, company and dry under pans.

… the bounding blue plastic sheet and only solution to cover and span over three open windows to keep the furious lashing rain somehow outside. Special between them.

… an unexpected break during shift, wondering customers and the longingly awaited first touch and kiss of a rain drop from the heavens on my dessert dried and wrinkled rain free skin. The smells the rain drops were alluring out of the environment and the fusion with the particular freshness of the rain they turned into one of the most remarkable rain smells my lungs ever got filled with.

… a rain dance in the mountains of Tamil Nadu, I nearly forgot about. It was quite fun and I was quite centred in myself, when I think about it, as well. A blessing to those special souls in the dreamy idyllic mountains far away from a different live, I wish, never will reach and get it's grip on them.

… Pablo!

… a moment of a time where 'the world is turning around oneself' was truly experienced. The sky, the gods, you … were crying. Their tears on and for me.

* If I would have had a TOP 10 of rain moments 'Liquid sunshine' is for sure sweet TOP number ONE. It was good times in Penang. There were a lot of insights happening. There was a lot of challenges going on. Penang was revealingly illuminative? Illuminatingly revealing? Telling? At the end, it was 'special' Penang … and Charlie and his liquid sunshine have been one the special cherry drops on cream of Penang, to give an honour to the 'culinary food and cousin capital of Malaysia, the world and humanity'. 

Afterwords: THE SHADOW OF THE RAIN

Rain. An expression of the feelings of the gods. Are the drops not just carrying the beauty of life? Are they also filled with suffer, sadness, pain and sorrow? Cursed by 'us', felt by 'them' and sent back in their tear drops, 'cause they are also just 'us' and feeL

I am about to get confused, carried away, loosing focus, energizing the circle instead of breaking him. It's a rainy day. Remember? Rain Moments. The project of the day. Get it done' Get is sorted. It's worse it. You know and felt that. It's more than worse to share and spread them into the world and beauty of existence. They are small moments of pure joy and presence. So happy to have lived.

'Cause: I look from now on differently on rain. Aware and embracing the moments of joy, sorrow and life that each tear from the heaven is carrying in its own most beautiful essence.