I've come to realize how awfully calm and enlightening the rain can be.
Even when it's a storm, the rhythmic tip-tap or dum-dap or whatever beat the rain makes against your shelters roof sounds like, eases your mind and let's your artistic juices flow.
Although it's a bit different when you're not in shelter 😭😂😂.
When you're left by yourself in the cold wet great outdoors.
If it's just you and your umbrella/raincoat against mother nature's water works, then I'm sure you wouldn't be able to relate with what I was saying.
The rain has been used by many artistic fellows, it's been used to describe a number of feelings as it has the power to bring both joy and destruction.
Although there is one thing I've learned about weather, whatever the rain may bring for you. Wether good or bad, it'll surely rain.
When that I was a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that’s all one, our play is done,
*And we’ll strive to please you every day.
This is the poem that was recited by Feste, the fool from one of Shakespeare's most prominent comedies Twelfth Night.
This short poem is actually a ballad, with it's wittily written rhymes, it could be easily sung and strummed.
This poem talks about the ever present phenomenon called rain. How it has been there since he was a kid, till an adult.
How it has been there with his wife and it's there when he was about to go to bed.
Feste even goes a bit further in describing the omnipresence of rain by describing it as being there when the world begun and how it's there as the play was done.
To those who may be reading, I'm afraid to say I don't see any philosophical thing written here about the rain except on its time with us😂
How it equally fell on estate owners and the thieves about to rob from said estate owners.
Yep, the rain is ever fair 🌧️🙂
Now, I know the poem seems a bit bland to me but maybe not to you, if you do see anything different, do share in the comments 😗
There is a saying that you shouldn't take a fools words to heart, but at times, their words could hold a deeper meaning that we just haven't seen yet 😗.
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