Echoes from the mountain of rain
The feeling
All the weather soul’s and the Merman from the land of Coffee and herb were at the rain man’s castle. It was monsoon the happiest time of celebration for the Rainman and everyday deep dark clouds gathered all over the kingdom, the air was fresher than ever, the rain man’s clouds were clear and corruption less at that time, fresh and pure. The only intoxication experienced by the weather souls at that time was the elixir gifted to the rain man by the Merman on his birthday. Enthusiastically the Merman declared “Today is the day you taste the Elixir my friend, its my gift to you and there is no better time than this.”
Agreeing they drank, they danced, they sang, hailed in unison. Their voices Echoed all through the castle and beyond, it was time to make merry, memories that will last a lifetime. The tale I am telling now is of another time, a few days later after the celebration. It was decided that today afternoon we hike The Mountain of Rain, preparations were being made. Chariots, food and fuel. Certain concerns were placed about the weather as it was going to pour the heavens down on this day, as dark black clouds covered every inch of the sky but the Merman was about to return to his kingdom, plans were made with their execution being a priority. nonetheless both of them were rejoicing as the power of nature is an object of admiration for them, it started to drizzle and they marched towards the Mountain.
Lush green, covered by clouds at the top, various streams of water flowing down the mountain, an illusion of many waterfalls where there were none in other seasons, a strenuous climb but flat like a grassland at the top, little crabs at some places, a frog or two here and there, round black rocks half submerged in the ground half out on the surface covered a huge scape of land, a little pond formed by the recent rains, a tree by its side and then hills over the mountain at appropriate distances art directed by the creator, it appeared utopian.
This was it
This was not a task just the purest form of wanderlust. Present as magnificent and beautiful as joyous as it ever was, the world portrayed a blissful paradise. It was raining heavily all this while, windy fresh air filling up their lungs, in those moments they felt what it was to be alive in every cell of the body, those moments were when they understood the rejuvenation potential of nature, they understood that wilderness is where they felt more at home. The Rain man and Merman went ahead of others, they were very keen on exploring as much as possible in the little amount of time they were there, coming atop a hill on the Mountain of rain there laid an incredible view, a view that will make one want to roam forever, to make the journey home itself, an aura which will make one dream endlessly. The energy there was enriching, deep in an animated discussion both of them discussing everything about now and tomorrow and what the future holds.
This is the hill you see covered in clouds in the picture above. though this picture is from another time.
On that hill, On that day they made a pact, a pact stronger than blood, the pact is to scale the highest mountain on the face of the Earth. To stand tall on the highest place on earth with the flags of both the kingdoms swaying with the great wind up there, the highest mountain
on Earth the abode of the source of all things, has secrets and wonders beyond the imagination of any man, only the fortunate ones will ever encounter those, only the carrier of light will be shown the glory of it, don’t know what adventures, danger and glory lays in the future for them but nonetheless they are excited.
All this memories came flooding back to the rain man on a rainy night, a reminder. On that instance he knew this were the Echoes from the Mountain of rain.