Rain And Swing Nostalgia

 

Life is beautiful even it is not raining here. Forgive me if  you find me more hysterical about rain today as i am missing nature's shower terribly.

Actually i am feeling bit feverish so being over sensitive about favorite thing is not illogical completely . Is this mean that fever like other hangovers gather our thought to one central point ?

Last night my eldest son called and talked about for an hour .His call was unexpected so our joy overflew with surprise.When i asked him about his plans for  holidays he smiled and told that next ten days weather forecast  is rain ,rain and rain  so he can't say if he finds time within breaks (if rain takes any) to do something.Though he registered for swimming on Saturday. He also told despite of rains weather is nicer than cold snowy winter.My younger son came back from gym and he also could spent some time in video chat with his elder brother .It was so good to be altogether though through technology only!

Rain mentioned by my eldest son dragged me to the nostalgia when rains were so often in my native village.As children we would sing rain songs and run from fields to up on hills by making rail. When i was in my early teens going out  and wander with friends was option was cut   off .Mom fixed us rope swing in take tree .I would finish my home work and then swing was my most favorite place to wave with breeze.View  beautiful scenes before eyes ,listen song of birds and humming of stream .When it would rain i would not leave the swing until it gets heavier. Dark roaring clouds and horrifying lightening would not make me afraid enough to leave swing and run inside .Sometimes mom would come out and drag me inside while explaining how badly sick i can be if won't go in.

I would love to read my digests stories while swinging gently .When i grew bit older then that cup of tea would accompany me while swinging.

My love for rain and swing never faded .I still want swing in my house .Hubby offer me to buy one available in market but i want  similar to one i had as child. a rope swing !

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If i continued to talk about my childhood post will turn into book .

i was strolling for some images for post today and i saw this ,how i forgot smile or i knew i won't be here next year :(

i know you have seen my native home yard many times before but it is not just a view ,these hills beard my constant watch over for years ,they are part of me ,when i  step into my native house front yard all memories belong to this jump into my mind like someone removes the curtain and sun rush into eyes and light brightens our being at once 

things are change to some extent but i still  find smell of my parents ,warmth of their love and their divine presence for us 

so many rainy days ,we played,swung and sat there still ,just looking at shower in the valley and how views embracing the drops ,those were magical sights ,enchanting moments ,spell is still over my soul

where my youngest son is stepping in photo there was garden before ,my sister in law removed it when my mom and sister left this house because of their unbearable behavior ,now this is roof top of two rooms that they made below the house ,rooms have their door opening in the street.where my younger son is standing there was take tree which had swing ,most lovely gift from my most special mother!

yes swing was right here ,with each move feeling  on top of the world was so obvious as below were fields ,stream and row of gardens of small town across the stream , mom made her dream come true by buying this piece of land ,she had house of her dreams though not perfect one but is there anything perfect in this world ?

few glimpse of our last trip to beautiful lush Islamabad ,Park 

                                                                    gorgeous drives 

                                                  Murree trip and lush hills and  roads 

though i am not on chair lift but i feel often i am flying over the land ,looking below enjoying views ,i don't know how long i will keep feeling this ,i remember when i was little i used to have dream about flying .I wonder when little girl inside me will grow enough to stop feeling this way though i don't mind but is this embarrassing ?

Keep being kind to yourself and all around you dear People !

stay blessed with wings of hope that will help you fly higher no matter how tough storm is !

blessings!