Rain, Rain, What a Beautiful Day

I love rain. Though the best kind of rain is where the rain starts to pour out of no where. It's as though the clouds are expressing their most raw emotions, it becomes bold, brilliant, exuberant, and vividly expressive. This is when the earth seems to be cleansed in the most thorough way. As sudden as the rain began, it seems to stop suddenly with no indication as to what prompted it to stop. All that remains are puddles of water, left to reflect the skies current mood at the time.

The first time I ever came to Bosnia, when I was much smaller, was when I realized that summer here is like summer in some tropical place (Hawaii, Florida), because in the summer Bosnia has this random rain come out of no where, lasting for 2hours or 10minutes. Then the cloud passes and the entire sky is a beautiful blue. I remember the first time this happened to us in Sarajevo, my mother and I. We were walking down the main plaza, close to the old Turkish area. All of a sudden, rain started to pour on us and out of no where these men with umbrellas to sell, were flying around like flies to people who had no umbrella. We took shelter under the mass of table umbrellas that were used for the cafe customers. And then we just stood until it was gone. I was quite perplexed by the entire scene, that while I walked down the same street I remembered what happened. Even though it wasn't significant at all.

Today in Tuzla we had that sudden rain come across the city. Where half the city is being drenched by rain, and the other has the sun shining down upon it. What makes it seem so grand is that it seems as though it's raining with the sun being out, that the rain is coming from nothing at all. After it stopped, my aunt Amira, my cousin Selma and I walked around a bit. And even though Amira commented how dreadful the rain was, I silently disagreed because of how spectacular the rain is. How the rain filled the holes and gaps in the ground and how it made the place glistened. I will agree though that rain somewhat dampens the mood for adventures but without it there wouldn't be the abnormal lush greenery you find in a country like Bosnia. I'll say that I like alive rather then dead.