Greeting Earthshine
Michael A. Bengwayan
I woke up 3
am, the rain at it’s worst. My mind kept telling me I have to meet my deadline
now or call it goodbye but the dark cold
four corners of the room and the battle between rain and wind made me retreat
back to bed. Nothing is more welcome than a warm cot and two blankets at a time
like this. Yet suddenly, I was awake again. It was still. Calm. I peered
through the curtains, there lay the
forest. Quiet and at peace. Is the tempest gone? Bred by curiosity, I
stepped out of the balcony, only to be met by the cold wind which jolted
all sleep was left in me. Behold, there are stars in the sky. The rain is gone.
So is the fog. Did Helen take it all away? If indeed, it has, it’s a miracle.
Grotesque shadows danced in the forest failing to hide they are
but pine branches eagerly waiting for the sun. Will it come? Seeing me, Kingkong
stretched all his frame, seven feet long from front to back paws, nudging me,
eager for a run. I walked to the gate
and swung it open, Kingkong bolted out,
splashing on the deep puddles that reflect whatever is left of the sky.
Inside, not a sound but the clock. No movement
except the curtains wisps. PAGASA could not have been wrong again. It said moonsoon
and heavy rains will linger for a week. If it was, I’m glad of it. One of the best times that it
can be wrong. Beyond the skyline, stratus clouds formed pushing away the stormy
nimbus, writing words on the horizon far from any meaning to suit my dull mind’s
perfection.
In the twig fortress, a cricket, nay, two
Jiminys cry out, making up for lost time wasted by rainy days. I think back of
my family, my grandson, perhaps with cirrus hair still cuddled asleep, lulled
by the rain’s gently patters on the eaves last night.
Life is full of beauty. I can’t help noticing
it. Beyond the billion stars, is always the sun. Welcoming. Today, I shall
notice the bumblebee. The fallen millions of pine needles. Smell the departed
rain, and feel the wind in my face. I
shall live my live once again, to its full potential. And fight for dreams that
shine for life.
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