The Rain

Caresses me into the light of being

A Poem

In the courtyard of the sacred place surrounded with the ever-greens moistened I looked up quietly in the air emulsified with the fine barbs of downs, a soft touch of the angel, and the gentle mist of the mountain clouds, caressing me into the light of being, the illuminating light of loving-kindness

A miracle is fallen to anyone like a drop of the rain but the true magic of miracle is to graciously uncover the very particle in me and in everyone

The experience in December 2016, five months after Patrick passed away, has become one of my fondest memories that always purify me. Here in San Diego, we’ve had a series of heavy rainstorms since the eve of this day, Christmas Eve.

Water, as one of the five elements (earth, water, fire, wind, and space), essential to our lives, can nourish and benefit us in many ways. But it may also harm and damage us by natural disasters like flooding and tsunamis, particularly in the era of climate change.

I’m very sorry if it’s affected you negatively, but I love the rain whether it’s heavy or light. Because it cleanses my soul in such miraculous ways.

If you like it, please kindly enjoy a couple of my poems.

Thank you Dr Mehmet Yildiz for reading, publishing, and hosting on your fabulous platform, illumination.

Thank you, all the mentors, fellow writers, and readers, for your warm kind support over the year of my presence on MEDIUM. Thank you very much.