'Come Forth In The Light Of Things. Let Nature Be Your Teacher.'

The first drizzle of the year synchronised perfectly against the strong gushing of the winds, that were aghast, possibly portraying a reflection of resentment. The reason was unknown though… Probably, the consequence of an undesirable action sometime back in the past. 

Yet the essence remained, deep down engraved in the pages of history, eagerly bestowing its ramifications now. Who was to blame? Who is to blame? 

Can everything be dismissed as a replica of sheer coincidence? Was nothing intentional, or in the words of Gen Y, was everything cited as being taken for granted.?

An intense seeker can set off on a voyage to gauge the underlying reason behind… Probably that would involve traveling through huge gravels, boulders, crests and troughs, yet the destination isn't cert to reply in the affirmative.

The drizzle gets more vigorous as the sky darkens; yet partners perfectly with the evergreen shrubs. They seem to be in unison with the path carved by the drizzle, and with every frequency, it nods its head, signifying its elation and excitement, all of which is reflected perfectly in the nodding…

What's this resonance all about? Is this an aphorism of effective communication, that's beyond all boundaries and barriers? Even if so, then what is their communicating algorithm like? Does it involve daily curiosities like what's the Corona positive count today? Or even more interestingly, what's streaming on Netflix now?

Or do their tete-a-tetes encircle around something Gothic? Like the deep dark old age? It may sound difficult to have a hint, yet perhaps some inkling is feasible. And, that comes to fruition only when one looks outside the window, allowing and indulging oneself to witness the union. Being a good observer would do the trick, else seeking refuge in Wordsworth would. 

'Come forth in the light of things, let Nature be your teacher…'