A Dance of Joy in the Midst of Rain...

We cannot experience love when we do not have joy.

I lived in a world of heightened expectations for a long time, and it became deeper with every conversation because it carried new meanings, sometimes, it came with heavy bearings, I was sad. I have not been able to reach the finish line in a lot of things, I have constantly had to drag myself, but the finish line seems farther, and I am uninterested lately. Its tiring and its close to the end of the year but what happens next is having a sense of GRATITUDE.

One, two, three... the raindrops tap a rhythm on my windowpane, each drop a tiny cymbal in a celestial orchestra. It's a familiar melody, yet today, it carries a different tune. Today, my soul dances to the rhythm of joy in, a vibrant counterpoint to the tweets I scrolled through earlier.

The newsfeed was awash with tales of hardship, friends and acquaintances caught in the currents of life's challenges. My heart ached for them, felt the sting of their struggles reflected in my own anxieties. But then, the rain came, and I danced sheepily under them, my younger cousins stared in awe, it seemed like they were caught in a trance, their usual calm reserved homely uncle dancing recklessly in the rain, I loved everything about it. I stepped outside, barefoot on the wet pavement, arms outstretched to the heavens. The rain kissed my face, a cool baptism washing away the weight of the world. And with each drop, my heart overflowed with a simple truth: I still have blessings to count.

It wasn't a sudden downpour, but a gentle whisper against the parched earth. Each drop felt like a tiny blessing, a cleansing tear washing away the dust of worry. And as the sky opened up, a melody bloomed within me, a song born not of sorrow, but of gratitude.

Far reaching like the storm clouds themselves, my blessings stretch beyond the horizon. They're not grand pronouncements, but whispers in the wind, sunbeams on my skin, the laughter of loved ones echoing in my ears. They're the quiet hum of life, the steady beat of a grateful heart.

In that moment, surrounded by the symphony of raindrops, I danced. A wild, joyous dance, fuelled by the sheer audacity of hope. I twirled and stomped, a whirling dervish of thankfulness, my laughter echoing through the deserted street.

The only words that escape my lips are "Joy overflow," a mantra whispered to the sky. It's a declaration, not of ignorance of the world's pain, but of the resilience of the human spirit. A testament to the fact that even in the midst of darkness, the light within us can still flicker, dance, and sing.

The rain eventually stopped, leaving behind the scent of petrichor and a renewed sense of peace. The world hadn't changed, but my perspective had. The tweets, the struggles, the anxieties remained, but so did my blessings, counted anew in the rhythm of the raindrops.

So, let the rain fall. Let it wash away our worries, our fears, and our doubts. And in its wake, may we find the courage to dance, to sing, and to count our blessings, one drop at a time. For even in the darkest storms, joy can overflow.

Stay in love,

Olajide