‘Between the Black and White’: G minor

“Between the Black and the White” explores totally different moods and emotions in every day life. It’s organized into totally different keys that set the tone for every particular piece. It tries to seize the microscopic tales of life and zoom in to look at each element.

—The climate of late, how unusually it unfolds,

Sunny skies, but rain, delicate and untold.

Whispers from above, showers gentle and lightweight,

A whimsical dance, nature’s personal delight.

And from time to time, a hurricane’s would possibly,

Tossing and turning, like a wood coaster’s flight.

Nature’s wild embrace, an exhilarating carousel,

A tempestuous journey, the place wonders dwell—

Opening the shades from my room, I’m delighted to search out these tiny droplets of rain. I just like the wet days in California, partly as a result of I come from a wet metropolis and partly as a result of I imagine within the magic of the rain.

The rhythm of the rain at all times vibrates every cell in each a part of my physique. The rain in California particularly tickles me with its gentle and slender touches. Rain shops my most stunning recollections: of being trapped at a bus cease in center college on my manner again residence; of working by way of the mountain within the sudden pouring rain that blurred my eyeglass and left me to deeply ponder the component of water; of cozily strolling underneath my clear umbrella on my approach to the library; of sitting close to the window in a restaurant watching the brushing streams of rain.

To be trustworthy, I don’t fairly fancy California’s climate. The drifting rain looks like a misplaced soul. It lacks character and thought, the sort that you’d discover in my hometown. I’ve develop into too accustomed to that affirming, magnificent vitality of the rain, the sort that may sacrifice, burn and be reborn at any second, an unsurprising miracle.

—California’s slender rain, ceaselessly tender and meek,

In its infancy, it whispers, so delicate and glossy.

A mild drizzle, within the arms of the night time,

Fragile and defenseless, in its ethereal flight.

Like a timid lover, it caresses the land,

With gentle kisses, as if holding a fragile hand.

In its innocence, a romantic serenade,

Melting hearts with its contact, like a love parade.

Oh, California’s slender rain, a lover’s plea,

Wrapped in vulnerability, but so superbly free.

In its modesty, it paints an image divine,

Igniting passions, in hearts that intertwine.

So let it fall, this rain so slim and slight,

For in its weak spot, it unveils love’s would possibly.

California’s slender rain, a fascinating embrace,

Romancing the world, with class and charm—

As I sit right here looking of the opened window, respiration the scent of the rain, I shut my eyes and pray to the rain.