As rain to a desert

I started to write this blog two days ago but in the end I chose to just to take in the experience instead of trying to understand and relate it at the same time. I’m glad I did. As I hope those of you living in Dubai did.

I’m sitting in my gazebo, watching as it rains in Dubai. What is it about rain that is so magical? From the softening light to a darkening sky; the arrival of a few tentative droplets, little heralds of a sudden downpour. There is a quickening, an intimacy in a silent take over, as the birds retreat and become intuitively quiet and tree branches surrender to a lifted breeze. The distant sound of thunder gathering momentum calls us to sudden attention and roots us in the present moment. Drawn in completely, we become part of what is unfolding. A communion between heaven and earth. A conversation so implicit, yet so obvious. Transformation at play.

The sky a magnificent giver, the earth open to receive, as the rain falls with sheer intensity to a world that watches with bated breath. A spontaneous synchronicity of all the elements. A grand celebration of alchemy. Nature bows in unison to welcome the raindrop that separates from a cloud and now returns home to the ground. The culmination of a great journey. Blessing in turn the earth, the grass, the sun and the air that raised it to its highest point in the sky. Only in the furthest point of separation, does it remember who it is and why.

We are all One, moving in and out of each other, growing, diminishing, separating, coming together. The changing faces of the same. Love.

Best
Afshan x