Into each life some rain must fall....

So, I read the "The Rainy Day" by Longfellow today. Aha. Absolutely subtle. For the last couple of hours, I have been trying to put together in my mind an explanation for these very words. Three words..And their connection stirs my reason. Life..Rain and Fall...Each on its own makes sense. Each along with the other two rises above sense. And beckons more thought...

Life is full of experiences for each. Some good. Some bitter. Some worthwhile. Some inexplicable. Each has its own place and strength. One goes missing..and the link is broken. What is more wonderful? Life itself? Or the various events that shape our life? Or the intricate web that is woven by these events? Or their aura which makes us step back and look at them?

Rain..rain..come again..The first rains evoke passion. The second one quenches the parched lands. And the last one promises to come back. Every raindrop has some energy. Mystifying. The rain..? No. I mean the whole process? Or the dark clouds, water laden and swirling...the thunder and the silver lightning? Or their bestowing upon us...all that is to them..? Perhaps their rising back from the soil only to come down again?

Fall...Everyone falls..Everything falls..The rosy apple fell on some guy's head..and made him immortal. Whats more important? Falling...? Or who falls and when? Or what we do after we fall? Or the fact that our back knows how hard the next fall will be? May be the resolve with which we get up?

Aha..I think I have some idea now..Life, Rain and Fall...They all are difficult. But each offers us something special. Life presents unique challenges. One gets an opportunity to succeed. Rain comes down heavily. One gets to walk under an umbrella. Every fall brings with it a bruise. One gets the wisdom and strength to heal. Now, it is perfect. Perfect. Inseparable. Together they complete the meaning. And clear all doubts. Into each life some rain must fall....