Starting my day...

I stood there as the rain started to trickle down, as the dusk was met by the rain clouds slowly embracing the horizon. With a gentle drop falling on my head every second or two, the rain did not threaten to drench me -- well, not just yet. I stood there behind the gates of the small carport of our apartment, jar in hand. It was one of those old ovaltine jars that you use to store juice, milk and other powdered consumables. The iced tea had almost run out so I poured cold water into the jar, stirred it and added a handful of ice cubes. Then I went outside to look at the imminent rain. I seemed curios about it, even though summer showers seemed to come quite frequently the last couple of days.

The jar sat sweating in my hand as I watched the evening sky slowly being swallowed by the darkness of the rain. Every now and then, lightning threatened to rip the sky open. It never did. It just cast an eerie glow behind the clouds as hot and cold collided in the sky, reminiscent of the epic battles of the gods of Greek lore. I watched silently -- drops of rain pelting my body, jar of iced tea jiggling in my hand. It was a peaceful moment for me. Like quiet time. As I communed with nature and confessed my awe, I fell into a tranquil moment. I stood there, the seconds stretching to minutes. It was good. All was good. Everything was good. I needed nothing else but the peace that moment brought me.

Then I heard my sons scream, as he always does these days. I walked back inside and went on with another night in the day of this daysleeper. The night was young. My day was just starting.