A reminder

 It was a morning I'll remember, a lazy one.

My messy hair covered the best part of my face as I smelt the coffee brewing. I was lost in my thoughts as usual, thinking about absolutely random things. I switched on the radio as I sipped my hot coffee. My lips gently carried the stream of coffee into my tastebuds which felt the relishing flavour of it. The radio played my favourite song and I hummed along with the tune. A perfect coffee, a perfect song, a perfect way to start a day. My hands reached to the daily newspaper, which spoiled the morning mood. I sighed.

I was consumed by sheer disgust. Thefts, kidnaps, murders, rapes and corruption... I perceived the newspaper as a daily battlefield dripping with the blood and tears of many. I realised that the world is devoid of beauty, love and humanity. I've thought enough about hatred, envy and destruction. But have I ever spent a moment recognising the love and beauty that still lingers in the hearts of a few earthlings? It's strange that no one spills their views about the lingering love. I decided to spend a few minutes to notice the dying beauty and love and give it some air to breathe. I kept my coffee cup aside and looked around my room.

The radio continued to play the tunes and slowly turned my wild thoughts into a music video. It was drizzling outside, I put my hands outside the window, trying to clasp those droplets. They adorned my palms like expensive pearls and they decorated the green grass like shining diamonds, turning them into strings of emerald. The smell of rain combined with the smell of the old books, lying messily around on my desk, makes my nostrils active and energised. The atmosphere was fresh, the thirsty flowers delighted as the rain poured. The rain water formed puddles, giving home to frogs as they croaked in delight. I saw little children, playing in the rain, displaying sheer joy and happiness. Their vibrant smiles brightened even the cloudy skies and melted my heart.

The rain absolutely loved the earth, rejuvenating the environment and filling it with love, beauty, joy and prosperity. Farmers rejoice the rain; celebrate it with festive spirit. Children love the rain; anticipating an escape from school. Rain gave birth to the dry and barren lands; parched. It quenched the thirst of throats, which forgot the taste of water. The aura that the rain spreads is something truly remarkable; a reminder that beauty and love still exist and will never perish, no matter how much our society is drowned in vices.

To quote John Keats, beauty is

"An endless fountain of immortal drink,

Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink."

(A Thing of Beauty)