Rain Beneath Shelter

The floating clouds looked like fog. There is no way of telling them apart, really. Not if you’re walking in them. One rare oddity which can't be understood from inside. Rather ironically, an outsider's perspective is required. From far away u can tell clouds and fog apart, but an insider's opinion isn't probably best for this test.

Then rather slowly, yet abruptly, but gradually taking pace – like a sea wave getting closer to you on the shore – it started to rain. The rain was dripping yet, but getting swifter. Following instincts, he ran under a large tree for shelter. The very sight of the tree – covering all that lay beneath its outwardly stretched and gladly receiving, extended leaved arms – was comfy and cosy. But as soon as he got there, it started pouring heavily. Pouring. Yes, that’s what I said, but not in the out open. It was pouring under the tree. Sweet-sour rain. Mother Nature feeding its hungry children, dried and silently shouting out to be fed. Yet, it was still dripping outside the "shelter". And that was when, at 6000 feet above sea level, I discovered that it rains under trees too. Do you know why it rains under trees?

(Based on a true incident I experienced in the MH, Chirat Cantonment.)

R.A.F. الپیال
Islamabad