"There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in."
                                                                        – Graham Greene

It was 3 in the afternoon on a very bright and hot summer day. A very particular time for people to take a daytime nap.

The same was also happening in the children's household.

All three were soundly sleeping with their parents on their respective floors and rooms.

The dreamy sleep land of theirs was disturbed by none. It could not be disturbed by anyone. Except...for something strange happening more than usual in their environment.

Everything was silent in the house. Suddenly the windows and doors that were kept open for ventilation, started slamming vigorously.

The sudden sound shook up everyone in the house and the elders woke first, realizing what was happening, they immediately went to close the doors and windows, till the stormy winds get calmed down.

The sky outside was getting dark, and a tint of yellowish massive formations of clouds was hovering in the sky. It was clear that after these angry warning winds, it is going to rain. The younger ones slowly got up sensing their parents in rush.

They also looked outside and saw the majestic sky thundering over the humans, an indication that the blessing to many and curse to many, will going to happen. It was going to rain.

A lot would've frowned looking at the sky and felt irritable due to the rain, but they felt happy. They felt a little energetic spark as if a little portion of the sky's thunder and energy came into them.

They did feel scared and intimidated looking at the sky showing its power, but nonetheless, they felt alive and rejuvenating.

After a few minutes of winds showing their authority over the people, and heavy pressure of sudden stormy winds and dust. A lot of dust. It felt like an eternity to the children. They waited for the rain.

Their parents didn't allow them to go out yet when it wasn't raining and everything was submitting to the stormy winds.

The first drop of rain signifies aliveness, the second shows motion and the third gives prosperity. As the first drop of rain hits the ground, it refreshes the earth. It revives the heart of the soil.

The second drop adds to the motion of the earth, and its soil, it prepares the ground for the plantation of a new life in it, just like a mother's womb prepares itself for the child.

The third drop prospers, as it listens to the plight of the farmers, the people who cultivate. Finally, after much wait for the rain, the third drop finalizes that their prayers won't get wasted.

Just the way rain nurtures the world, makes the people able to live, the same way it was also nurturing the heart of those three children.

The slow patter of rain came first marking the onset of the downpour. And as soon as this slow downpour started within the span of 5 minutes those three seedlings were in the embrace of mother rain.

They roamed around the roof touching every drop of rain on the plant leaves, splashing the small puddles formed on the rooftop.

As the rain increased, and from a slow downpour it became a heavy flow of water from the heavens for the people.

For some this rain was a nuisance, a sense of dirtiness and interruption in their work. It is true rain bothers people, but only those who are so engrossed in their fast-paced life, that they forget to live with life.

Till the last drop of rain dropped on the Earth, they enjoyed it. They danced, they laughed, and they made full use of it to boost their serotonin levels.

Slowly, thunderheads were moving ahead and the rain had stopped a while back.

The sky was a bit dull but was proceeding towards a vibrant environment. The air was cooler and calmer.

After a rain shower, nature was now happy and relaxed. The colours in the sky after the rains were looking beautiful. Sun's rays were touching the clouds and filling them up with their warmth which was pleasing to look at.

The flowers rejoiced the leaves were swaying with the breeze flowing, the sun was setting, and a few dragonflies were flying.

The purple, blue, orange, red and pink hue of the sky was making it look like a fabulous painting, made by an unknown painter, and we want to search for the painter to express our gratefulness for it.

The view was something, one will want to capture and keep with them forever, it was something that everybody would want to see every day. It was something that everyone would stop and look at it, and something that will calm you in instant, no matter what state of mind you are in.

The three buds were also watching the sunset. Mesmerized by its beauty, they were lost in their own wonderland.

The mixture of natural beauty is compelling them to look for more.

They were relaxed more than they were happy. They were content. It was getting dark slowly, and the youngest suddenly sneezed, marking that for the next 2 days he would get the best scolding from his mother that why did he have to go out in rain?

They snickered when exactly that happened, and after wishing each other good night, even if it was only 7 pm, they went to their parents, with hearts full of calmness.

Just like rain, did their love also nurture each other?

Or does love ever becomes barren?

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