Unexplained Wisdom: Finding Beauty in Rain and Mud's Contrasts

When you wanted for rain, the sky was a barren plain,
An endless expanse of blue that mocked your thirst,
And the earth beneath your feet cracked with pain,
As it begged for a drink, a life-giving burst,
But you waited, and waited, with hope immersed,
In the promise of clouds, that never came.

The sun beat down, relentless and unashamed,
Burning your skin, with a searing heat,
And your eyes stung, as the dust was inflamed,
By the slightest breeze, that failed to bring relief,
And you longed for the sound, of a raindrop's brief,
Tap dance, on the ground, so dry and tame.

You prayed for the heavens to open, to proclaim,
A downpour of blessings, to wash away the pain,
But as the days turned into weeks, and months waned,
Your hope faded, like a memory, too faint to retain,
And the dust became your constant companion, a stain,
On your clothes, your hair, your soul, untamed.

Yet, when the rain finally came, in a sudden reign,
Of drops, that fell, like a symphony, of divine refrain,
You rejoiced, and danced, and sang, with a heart unchained,
As the mud swallowed your feet, and your clothes were stained,
With the beauty of life, that sprang, from the earth regained,
And you marveled, at the power, of a storm, unrestrained.

For when you wanted for rain, you got more than just pain,
You got a lesson, in the art of patience, and the art of gain,
For in the mud, you found, the beauty, that lies, in the mundane,
And in the rain, you found, the power, that lies, in the profane,
And in your heart, you found, the strength, to bear, the strain,
Of waiting, and hoping, for the rain, to come, again.

So you danced in the mud, with a joy uncontained,
As the raindrops caressed your skin, like a lover's embrace,
And you reveled in the messiness, the chaos untamed,
As it mirrored the complexity, of life's intricate grace,
For in the midst of the mud, you found a sacred space,
Where beauty and power coexisted, unexplained.

The rain brought new life, to the parched earth, ordained,
In every tiny seed, that sprouted, with vibrant green,
And the flowers bloomed, in colors that brightly reigned,
With fragrances that filled the air, like an unseen scene,
And the leaves rustled, in a symphony, serene,
A symphony of nature's orchestra, unrestrained.

But amidst the beauty, you saw a truth, unexplained,
That rain and mud, were not just moments of pure gain,
But also reminders, of life's challenges, unrestrained,
For the mud was messy, and the rain could sometimes sting,
And growth required both, the joy and the suffering,
A delicate balance, of the mundane and the profane.

And so you learned, that life's journey was not in vain,
For it was in the struggle, that strength was obtained,
And it was in the messiness, that beauty would spring,
That rain and mud were intertwined, like a cosmic refrain,
A dance of contrasts, that kept the world spinning,
A paradoxical dance, that was both chaotic and restrained.

And as you stood in the rain, with a heart now ingrained,
With the wisdom of life's cycles, the joy and the pain,
You embraced the multifaceted nature, of the world unrestrained,
With a mind that was open, to unexpected connections,
For the rain had taught you, the power of reflections,
In the mud and the rain, you found a truth that was sustained.

So when you wanted for rain, you knew it was not in vain,
For it brought the gift of growth, amidst the mud and the strain,
A reminder of life's complexity, that nothing was ordained,
But that beauty could arise, from the ordinary and the profane,
And in the dance of contrasts, you found a wisdom unexplained,
A celebration of life's power, in all its forms unrestrained.

So let the rain fall, and let the mud stain,
For it is in the messiness, that life's lessons are gained,
And in the chaos and beauty, let your spirit be sustained,
For when you wanted for rain, you learned that nothing was ordained,
But that life was a symphony, with a melody uncontained,
A masterpiece of contrasts, a journey unrestrained.


























The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XVII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.

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Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
Thank you