It has been raining again, in fact, it rained all night. This morning while looking out of the window I spied my neighbor (a woman from Jordan) shouting at her four year old daughter for standing out in the rain. The child, oblivious to her mother’s irritation stood in the rain blowing soap bubbles and laughing as she watched those bubbles floating away. I watched her in fascination, rooted to the window…remembering this forgotten childhood activity and wondering when and where I had lost that childlike joy in life…the art of finding happiness in small and insignificant things in life.
A dam of childhood memories burst open, drenching me through and through.
I remembered floating paper boats in water puddles after a heavy rain.
I remembered climbing the tree outside the school premises in Port Moresby. Clinging to the branches, hiding up above while people passed by below.
I remembered wanting to be like Nancy Drew and observing people around me to improve my detective skills…!!
I remembered looking for small flat stones to skip on water ponds and betting with my brother on whose stone would skip three to four times over the water.
And amidst all those memories, I wondered..Why had I forgotten those small joys ? Why had I allowed myself to believe that they would never return ??
I have decided to go out in the rain next time it rains. To feel the rain on my face. To once again float a paper boat in the next puddle I see.
I have decided to live again.