rain; This dreamy smile rained incessantly and its small and large drops hit the thin and slender body of the window.
The soft and gentle music of the rain removes the fatigue from moments and gives the beautiful smile of life to the dusty face of the city.
The final minutes were the last call.
As usual, Mrs. Ansari wrote the next day’s homework on the board, and the students started writing. The pens were moving on the page of paper, putting sentences and words together to create a better tomorrow for the students.
The rain intensified. It was as if the earth and the sky were sewn together with a thin and invisible thread.
With the sound of thunder in the sky, the eyes turned towards the window.
The eyes stared at the steamed glass that was full of tears.
Everyone watched the rain
The notes were half and half abandoned
The sound of the school bell was barely heard in the heavy rain.
No one listened to the teacher’s words anymore.
Backpacks on our backs, we all rushed to the classroom door.
Indescribable excitement and fresh blood run through your veins
The teacher sent us away with a cheerful but tired smile.
From the excitement of going under the rain, we split the stairs into two
Some were happy and walked poetically under the rain with umbrellas with flowers
Some people made umbrellas from their bags to protect themselves from the rain.
I stood next to the school door under the canopy. I waited until the rain stopped and then I went home.
It was a long distance from school to home, so I had no choice but to be patient.
I looked at the children who were hurrying here and there to find a refuge and save themselves from danger.
I was crumpling from the heat and cold.
Shivering had cast a shadow on my bones and the wind was blowing mercilessly.
I was immersed in my thoughts when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder from behind, a soft and kind hand like a mother’s warm hands.
I turned my head and looked at Mrs. Ansari’s eyes. He was pointing at me with his shrewd and piercing eyes. I went further.
He had a red jacket in his hand, the same jacket of his daughter Naghmeh, who studies in our school.
He put it on my shoulders and said to put it on quickly, my daughter, so that you don’t catch a cold.
His daughter Naghmeh was standing next to her mother and was looking at us. He wrapped his mother’s tent around him because of the cold.
He smiled and I understood from his smile that I should do Mrs. Ansari’s order.
I looked stunned, I was speechless from all this love.
I said with difficulty and shame:
no ma’am Thank you for your kindness.
I looked at Naghmeh again, so I wanted to say, what is Naghmeh?
He said: Don’t worry, my daughter. Our house is close.
I thanked and said goodbye
I reached home with indescribable enthusiasm and as fast as possible
The path that day was not a regular path for me, it was not a path that I went every day
For me, it was the road where the teacher had taught love, it was the road that
Everyone should go to learn the lesson of love.
And I learned the biggest lesson of life that day
I learned that I have to rain like rain to shower everyone with my love and sometimes to love for no reason and even unhesitatingly.
I learned a lesson from Mrs. Ansari that is worth reading hundreds of books.
They say that when it rains, it smells like dirt.
But I say that when it rains, it smells like memories.
This post is written by Ehma8o