The rain passed by

Unseasonal rain on the street. Photo: Quang Vinh

The dry season is approaching its hottest days!

The stifling, sultry dry season slowly passed by, like a traveler struggling to drag each step with difficulty, with a dry throat, towards the dim well ahead.

In recent days, there have been sudden thunderstorms in the afternoon. They frighten passersby with the rumbling of thunder in the distance, then the wind suddenly comes rushing in, rushing over the treetops and roofs, throwing dust on people, and sending dry leaves flying everywhere.

Like yesterday, as I was closing the office door, the wind suddenly blew. Like a herd of unruly horses, the wind howled through the glass windows. At first it was scorching hot, stinging my skin, but then it gradually cooled down, gradually cooled down. Occasionally, from far away, thunder could be heard.

At last the wind died down and died away. The air grew more and more stifling, without even a breath of fresh air to relieve the oppressive heat. It seemed as if the storm had been too wasteful, for now there was no wind, nor rain.

But today was a bit strange. The weather was quite hot and humid in the early morning, but the sky was covered with a cloudy gray color, not clear as usual. Then suddenly it started to rain heavily without wind, with a warning of thunder.

It was raining early in the morning. This was clearly a strange thing. Many people pulled their vehicles onto the sidewalk, stood under the awning, and watched the water fall down, muttering to themselves for being absent-minded and not bringing raincoats.

There are also people who go out in the rain. And I am one of them, although I am still afraid of the sudden unseasonal rains that come down on hot days. At that time, the asphalt road is steaming hot, driving feels like being in a sauna. When I get home, I have a runny nose, a headache, and chills down my spine.

The streets were also quiet and clear in the rain. Photo: TH

The unseasonal raindrops, which defied the “morning-afternoon” rule, fell heavily on the asphalt road. The road to the office, which was usually busy and noisy with people and vehicles four times a day, suddenly became quiet and clear in the rain.

The rising humidity still carries a bit of the nostalgia of Spring and a bit of the sultry heat inviting Summer, enough to make me nostalgically remember the early summer rains in my hometown.

At that time, in late March and early April, there were often sudden thunderstorms in the afternoon. At first, there was only a gentle breeze, which sounded cool. Then, just a few minutes later, the storm came in full force. Black clouds rose from the horizon, at first only small, scattered clumps, but in a flash, they were as black as mountains, covering almost the entire sky. The treetops leaned this way and that, following the whirlwind.

The thunder rumbled and the lightning exploded in the pitch-black sky. The lightning streaked across the sky, lighting up the clouds. Then suddenly, as if someone had pierced the sky with a stick, the rain poured down. The children called out to each other, taking off their shirts and jumping into the yard to bathe and play, even though the adults scolded them, “You can’t bathe in the first rain of the season because you’ll catch a cold.”

The April rains delight children, but make adults feel sad. The low-lying fields of winter-spring rice that have passed the grain-filling stage but are not yet ripe enough to harvest will be flooded very quickly. A few days later, the water recedes, and the rice grains soaked in water for a few days will sprout, leaving only the option of selling them cheaply, if not saving them to feed pigs and chickens.

The rain was heavier. The raindrops were entwined, chasing each other on the road, making a joyful sound. The moisture cooled the land and sky, dispelling the heat of the past few days. The trees and plants seemed to dance and sing to the music of the unseasonal rain.

Looking at the bustling street becoming deserted, I suddenly felt strangely peaceful. A peace that is rarely seen in the place that people consider the most peaceful, that is my own home.

It turns out that sometimes, in the noisiest and dustiest places, we can find a strange peace that makes us feel extremely relaxed. Like the streets at this time, there are no vehicles, no tired and grumpy faces, no loud car horns.

Peace is hidden in the rain, in the leisurely waving of an inflatable mannequin placed in front of a newly opened clothing store.

Because of this morning rain, the already slow pace of life became even slower. People's souls easily synchronized with the rhythm of the falling rain, as if nothing could separate them. The raindrops tapped on the eaves, on the leaves, on the asphalt road, creating an endless and profound symphony.

That symphony hums in the sky and earth, hums in each person's heart with magical melodies, depending on the sublime mood at that moment, fresh and cool.

Of course, after the rain, the sky was still hot and sunny. And the stuffy, hot dry days continued to pass.

Therefore, the unseasonal rains become even more precious. The rains soothe the chaos, the hustle and bustle and the burning heat of life, leaving behind the breath of life.

But anyway, let's just enjoy what the unseasonal rain brings. Like those people standing under the eaves to avoid the morning rain, no matter how busy life is, they will feel happier and more relieved when they hear the sound of rain falling on the roof, when they see water flowing on the dry road.

So, the streets are devoid of tired and grumpy faces. It’s as if the unseasonal rain that passed by this morning has tied everyone together, to this land!

According to Thanh Hung (baokontum.com.vn)

Source: https://baogialai.com.vn/con-mua-ngang-qua-post319009.html