into every life some rain must fall…

as i discovered much to my chagrin ( and joy) when a whole bunch of big, fat raindrops plummeted onto my head from the skies above.
it’s been a blessed relief from the heat i’ll say that much.

it’s kind of sad to realise it takes another’s grief to make you snap out of your own blue funk. here i was roaming around the house in my bhatakti aatma mode complete with a little thunder cloud which kept shooting lightning bolts and raining only on my head throughout. and then i get calls about people who are no more. and people reached out to ME for some kind of succor.funny huh?
nothing like another’s grief to make your own pall.