Dark, overcast skies greet you as you look out, and the incessant sound of the heavy downpour going on for days fills you with melancholy! You look down, it’s water everywhere! Pouring from the skies, out of drains, onto roads, out of gutters, into homes and gushing and rushing with one purpose, seemingly to destroy everything in its new found path of roads and railway tracks, converted into rivers!
You sigh and wonder when you’ll see the sun again, for with grey skies comes a grey that sits in your mind, the dark grey of depression, and nothing helps, nobody helps, even WhatsApp forwards are about disasters and catastrophes, people injured from tree falls, a woman being dragged by a BMW, and you sigh, you slouch and sink deeper, and deeper into despair.
My daughter, a psychologist, who finished her masters in Seattle, tells me that nearly everyday in that city there is a continuous drizzle and with such gloomy weather, Seattle has the greatest number of depressed people in America!
But, it’s different here in our country, tomorrow after the rain, the sun will come out, the roads will be dry, the trains will run on time, there will be happiness again.
Tomorrow after the rain, things will be back to normal!
Then, if knowing that a tomorrow is there, normal, and dry and sunny, why do we let ourselves go into despair today?
Let us peep into that tomorrow today! Let us be filled with hope and certainty that just beyond the clouds a sun waits to bounce its happy, warm rays back at us!
“Let our minds see that tomorrow!” I whisper, “Let our tomorrow of sunshine lift our spirits today!”
And a smile comes back to us, as our despondent spirits lift, as rays of a now invisible sun hit our faces again.
Let’s turn to those who are going through more than a rain filled day; those going through sorrow, those whose lives have been hit by the loss of a job or breaking of a relationship, those who see only darkness not from clouds but from life itself, and to them let us sing these lines of hope:
There’s always sunshine after the rain. There’s always happiness after the pain. There’s always courage after fear. There’s always a smile after the tears. There’s always light after the dark. There’s always a flame after the spark. There’s always honesty after the lies. There’s always laughter after the cries. There’s always a tomorrow after yesterday and there’s always forever after today!
Dear friend, dark skies greet us outside, but there’s a bright, cheery tomorrow, after the rain..!
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You are absolutely right!
Mumbaikars, in particular, are a resilient lot.
Nothing gets them down for long. They always move on.
Very very realistic feelings. Enjoyed.
Today my daughter and granddaughter went to get samosas and paranpuzzis and got caught in the rain before they reached the place. They had jackets on that helped their heads dry except at the fringe. My 2+ year old granddaughter cried till she got back with the warm eats and tea.Her pants were wet. Cheerfully she ate the paranpuzzi as my daughter dried her hair in front with a hairdryer , in a dry pair of pants.Quickly she had dried her tears in the warmth of the home.