The Endless Rain

With incessant downpour of rains outside the browsing centre from where I blog, I am forced to sit and think and blog. After a long time. And when I see this picture, which speaks of eternity and the feeling of total surrenderance, I am able to witness within me, the quest for peace.

The little drops of rain, when they fall from what seems like infinite height, gain infinite strength. And it looks as if the clouds have burst open ( I have heard this phenomenon actually occurs ).

With all the aroma of first rains gone, it feels like nuisance. Then I ponder upon how fast my life is moving, and is getting stuck in rain nature's way of slowing it a bit for me?