THE RAIN (Surrealistic story)

The rain was pouring down, and I was sitting on an old tree trunk by the bulrushes. It had caught me by surprise. Now looking around, to see if there was a tree which could give me shelter.

There on the horizon, I saw what I was looking for. I picked up my bundle of books, and ran toward the tree.

I saw a frog was jumping by me in the same direction, a sheep came to keep me company too. Then a lion came, and brushed me with his mane. I was not afraid. An antelope jumped out from behind the bushes, and also joined us on the run to the tree. The antelope was not afraid of the lion either. I wondered, what was it that made these animals feel so close to me. A colibri came flying by, master of hummingbirds, and sat on my shoulder. I had not even seen the chimpanzee yet, who was now trying to hold my hand. I let him. A tiger, a snake, a fowl, a donkey and a zebra had joined us too.

We had almost reached the tree when we heard a loud thunder, then lighting struck the tree. Where to go now? The rain was still pouring hard and we were soaking wet.
The lion said; "come I shall lead you to a nearby cave, there we shall find shelter". We all followed the lion. Once inside the cave, we felt relieved having escaped the rain. I turned to the animals, and said; "Why did you all join me, it is so unusual. Normally we humans are afraid of you, and you are afraid of us." The animals came closer, and all of them looked at the books I was holding. "Why are you looking at my books?" I asked, astonished. "Well", said the colibri, " we saw you write whilst you were sitting by the bulrushes, and heard you read the poetry that you had written down, it was enchanting listening to you, you know."

I really felt flattered. To think of it, a colibri telling me this.

I opened my book and read a small piece;

From dusk to dawn
lay in my bed
toes tickling, when I awake
the sun outside is shining bright
I say my little prayer, right
jump out of bed
get shower power
then in to my garden, blooming flower
and this is where I rest and play
where peace surrounds me everywhere
the birds are humming, in the trees
the bees, a honey making team
and all the orchids are my dream...

The door bell rings, my sister's here
"Now come along, let's hug you dear.
I love the time when you are near.
I'll go and brew us lovely tea,
so you and me can sit out here,
and smell the flower power
disperse their spell
on you and me...".

Just while we have that lovely tea...




"What is tea?" I heard them ask.




What a miracle having animals listen to poems I thought, but then one never knows...is all we see, all we really can see? Is all we hear, all we really can hear? What's really real, and what surreal?



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