Thursday, August 7, 2008

The Rain Goddess

It was almost about tea time, and the clouds realized that they hadn't rained yet, in spite of the high amount of liquid intake they had been on all day, they had failed to come across the realization that precipitation had so far been a very highly missed phenomenon by those down below on earth.

The clouds began to move out of the room, hurriedly, umbrellas in one hand and hoses in the other. They rushed straight to the reservoir, the lake of rain. now, this was a very special lake, no, not because the water in this lake had healing powers of age-diminishing effects, nope, but simply because of where this lake's water came from.

A few neck-bending feet upwards from the surface of the water, throned in a immensely huge and unnatural rose petal was Aquaia, the rain goddess. There wasn't much hustle bustle around her, but for the new clouds which had entered into the compound of the lake, gesturing and pleading from some rain water. As was being mentioned, the lake's source of water was its actual speciality.

And here I'd like to start speaking about the rain-goddess again. The rain goddess was an average girl, a little more than just past her teens, and the kind of girl you'd assume to be cute and simple and sweet, and yes, she was all of that, and almost customarily, she loved chocolates and rhymes, was fond of sunsets and also enjoyed listening to music. She had friends, she had enemies, she had people she talked to, people she'd wanted to talk to, and people she'd wish had never talked to her. She knew him, she knew her, and she knew them all. And vice-versa, or so the people thought. Legend also had it that on some particular days when she'd smile at the sun, the sun would purposefully interfere into the evening and stay a bit longer; and on some nights when she winked at the moon, well, we all have seen the moon in the afternoon sky on some days now, haven't we?

Oh yes, the speciality of the water, right? Yea, yea, keep your pants on!

Well, there was something peculiar about Aquaia, in addition to being unbelievably sweet, adorably kind and overwhelmingly forgiving. It was said that the goddess would cry.

Yes, the goddess cried. no, she wasn't a weak soul, and there wasn't a worser thing that she could have seen or been through. But still she cried, not out of pain, not out of bitterness for another person, but simply out of grief, undirected, unquestionable grief. And she'd cry and cry and cry. Her tears streaming down, filling up the lake.

Yes, this was the speciality of the water of the lake. Everytime the clouds had to rain, they'd come up to the goddess and ask her to weep oh so gently, so that they could fill they hoses with water and shower it down on earth.

And it was always raining in some part of the world or other, so it was pretty obvious that the goddess was quite occupied in being melancholic and mournful, by choice or not, wasn't even the question.

A lot of people didn't like the rains back then, cause y'know, tears are generally salty, and it wasn't a lot of fun back in the age dancing, rejoicing in salt water-showers

This was a sad thing, not the salty rain, but the fact that the goddess actually had to weep precipitation to the rest of the world, and that to feel sorry about something, and mostly herself, 'cause with a heart as pure and noble as hers she hardly had anything against anyone ever.

Without any further notice, and like most other stories, this story takes a dramatic turn, mostly to accommodate the entry of another main character, who of course will not be as excessively described about as the goddess.

He was a prince of Galia, a city of joy and laughter, of celebration and frolic; a city where the one sound one would definitely hear would be that of someone breaking into a song, or someone bustling into a crackle. His name, very uninterestingly was, Ramadal.

Ramadal knew about Aquaia and about the conditions she lived in, he knew that the very rains which his countrymen looked forward to and rejoiced upon were nothing but a beautiful girl's precious tears.

It was a Friday evening and it had been raining like hell for the past two days now. Ramada couldn't help the thoughts about Aquaia linger in his head, and he almost reached a breaking point. He sent for his minister(one of his many minister's in fact). He asked for a metting to be arranged, between him and the goddess.

Although he had asked the meeting to be fixed up for the next day, it took quite some time before the goddess could, well, stop crying, so it took a couple of days before they could meet.

The prince had never been as nervous as he was today, and after all being the Prince of Galia, he had never had a thing to worry or contemplate seriously about. He knew not exactly why he was wanting to meet her, but all that he could make up in his mind was that he did not want to see her sad, he did not
Want her to shed another tear.

He walked right into the courtyard, with the most beautiful of beautiful bouquets in one hand and a basket full of chocolates in another. He looked upto her towering throne and knelt down on one knee. "I beg to see the Goddess of Rain, I beg to see Aquaia."

"Who be you," the reply swept in like a sea-breeze, "and what purpose do you have of metting with I, Aquaia, the Goddess of Rain."

"I am but a Prince of a small kingship, Ramadal be my name and I come from Galia, the land of joy and happiness."

"What Purpose may you have, O'Prince Ramadal?”

"Purpose, ah, I wish I could answer that precisely o'Goddess, but apologies be, and I can't. Yes but I do know this, I can't bear, and even as little as naught, to see you sad. I tend to usher in happiness and hope, song and cheer into your world."

"O'Prince, flattered as I am, I can't help but refuse your kind gesture. For, if I, the Goddess of Rain, stop to cry, the world shall die of thirst."

"With you I agree, O'Goddess, but if you just let me help you, I assure you, neither shall the world remain wanting, neither shall you remain sad and mournful."

That evening, the Princess stepped out of the courtyard for the first time in the millennium. She and the Prince went for a ride across the skies on his chariot, they talked, they joked, they told stories about their lives to each other, and as is customary, fell in love. It hadn't rained for almost 3 weeks now, and the clouds along with people in some parts of the world had started getting impatient, there were increased reports of people trying different things from acoustic instruments, to open-air concerts in A-minor to make it rain, but to no avail. The Goddess's face hadn't seen a frown ever since the Prince had happened to her.

That very evening, she and the Prince were sitting along the Lake of Rain, hand in hand, and the Goddess told the Prince about how it hadn't rained for so long.

"Aquaia, tell me something, do you love me?" the prince questioned.

"Yes, of course, I do." shot back the reply.

"And have you been happy?"

"Yes, yes, without any doubt, O'Prince, I have never been this happy all my life, and I couldn't have even dreamt, that there would be a day in my life when I wouldn't have to be sad. I can't ever thank you enough O'Prince."

Then, the Goddess fell into the Prince's arms, hugged him hard and cried.
The clouds rushed in, hoses filled, and rained.

That day, it rained very heavily, one of the hardest downpour, and the most fascinating thing about the water that showered down from the heavens that night was that it wasn't salty. It was pure, it was clear, just like love, just like heart felt emotion, just like being close to someone and knowing that no matter how hard you get hit, there's always someone you can fall back to.

From that day on, it hasn't ever rained salt-water, ever, ever.

And haven't we all witnessed the pure rain of love and happiness and joy?

1 comments:

Suchreet said...

uuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.. why dint u put the entire thing?