i live in this city that rains everyday
I live in a city where it rains every day. They falls randomly, sometimes in the cold morning, sometimes in the hot afternoon or sometimes rains fall on a calm night.
Rainy nights made me sleep better, somehow. Maybe because the sound is lullaby, the smell is lavender from Burgas, and the cold makes me snuggle into the blankets.
Rainy nights are my favourite.
But rain can also bring disaster.
That day was the day I was waiting for, I was in front of the house, put on a helmet, started the motorbike, and raised the kickstand, and suddenly the rain fell without hesitation. My friend and I have been planning that day for months, I don’t know when we can get the perfect time again.
Rain can also be a blessing.
I would cheer when it rains, then call or text them, “It’s raining so hard, I can’t go, I don’t have a raincoat or umbrella.”
But the real blessing of rain is the fact that I don’t have to water my plants every day, or I don’t have to water my plants at all.
About my plants, they are all green, neither of them are red, neither of them are blue.
About my plants, some are more than 2 years old, some are less than 1 month old. And they are planted in loam.
About my plants, all my plants are edible, nothing is just for decoration. I want them to benefit me, what unkind behavior.
About my house, my house faces east, every morning or afternoon and when it rains, my plants will get everything they need.
About my plants, I once left them for 2 weeks on vacation, they were still alive, but they lost against grass which 2 weeks ago didn’t exist.
About my plants, I am tired of watching them from my bedroom window, growing reckless like weeds.
So that day after pulling the grass, I made some holes in the symmetrical lines and pulled out the untidy plants and replanted them one by one in the holes.
Now it’s perfect.
It didn’t rain that afternoon, I fell asleep after getting tired of pulling the grass and making my plants perfect. I opened the window, and wanted to see my green and fresh plants, but what I found was that they were wilting, dying.
I squat in front of my plants, “What happened?” I was wondering, outside my bedroom windows.
Is that a picture of someone who couldn’t adapt, and then dies?
Or is it like a child who has to look perfect because of his parents’ demands, then dies because they can’t?
Or is it just time for them to die, there is no correlation between anything? it’s just the time.
A few questions and silence, then I enter the house, not knowing what to do.
Rain came down a few moments later. Bring lives to my anything
Hi, My name is Za, Inspired by (https://preetivadgama.medium.com/ ), she write about her plants also. Thanks for reading, have a nice time.
