After the rain
Through the window in front of me, I see childlike silhouettes emerging from the distance in the gloom of a heavy sky. Nothing can stop them, not even the uncertain weather after the rain. They feel the joys of the outdoors, and I feel the warmth of home, behind my window, which captures in no time the fleeting moment of their games and escapades.
I hear, I see, it must be four o’clock in the afternoon, and the intense rain has given way to a dark nature where the light is even more beautiful. It does not give much respite to the children who have come to brave the weather, and thus freed from its weight have come to reconnect with the cleared space.
And me, protected by my interior, I have a desire to free myself from this border and to wander outside to touch with my gaze directly the traces of a landscape and again the children’s games offered to me. Always after the rain, and guided by all the senses I go to the contact, the protection of the window of my house and the views captured made me want to go out and confront myself with this intrinsic reality to also feel what it is like to live after the rain and to feel its effects.
It’s no longer light, I go home for fear that it will rain again, but I will always be there to capture again the pangs of life teeming under this heavy light after the rain that I love so much.
