Fatimah.Ahmed Rain Sonata
I decided to write a figurative-based description from my point of view regarding rain; where I write about the meaning, and the series of emotions/ nostalgia it brings to me. I feel that this can be also tied to the theme of language politics/ politics of language because language is about expression, and I also think that without expression there is no language, making language itself meaningless. I also chose to write about rain because rain is inanimate and has no life and with expression, and the proper use of words I can sort of bring it to life.
I use the rhetorical strategy of pathos to create a sense of imagery and to also evoke an emotional connection to what is being read. In the short poem I state; “To a pluviophile, rain is like a song, a lullaby and something of un-worldliness. Rain to me is like peace, joy, and sleep, the wind brushing my face, the feeling of being tickled by drizzles of rain.” In this Sentence, I try to explain the feeling of rain and which to me feels like peace, for a person that loves rain (A pluviophile). Rain is Something that I am highly sensitive to. I go on to explain how rain is like peace in the sense that during rainy days, the city is at its most quiet and most silent state; the city becomes less busy, and it’s a lazy, gloomy, cold, and cloudy day. And this gave me happiness during rainy days.
Rain to me is also like a song and a lullaby; it makes me remember the old times with so much nostalgia and happiness. I remember times back in Ghana. I remember funny memories and stories that have long been forgotten, like the time when I and my mischievous group of friends decided to cross a dam in the night. It was time to pray, and we had decided not to pray at our nearby mosque but instead being the children that we were, we decided to cross a nearby dam to go over to another mosque. So, we did. We crossed the dam and then went over some train tracks to the mosque. I clearly remember how heavily it was raining that night. And as soon as we began to pray; my friend grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me out of the huddling crowds of people praying. It was storming and we had little to no time to waste. We clearly had forgotten that whenever it rained the dam filled up and floods out. I remember grabbing the pair of slippers that I had alongside my friends, and in no time, we were dashing across the train tracks, and over the dam, it was pouring (the type of heavy rainfall that fills up buckets in no time). The rain is beating our backs, wetting our hair and clothes. And us smiling and laughing through it all and running through the mud.
Rain was always a part of my childhood, and it marked all the nostalgia and memories I had as a child all with happiness and joy unlike now where I’m older which is what I’m really grateful for. In the poem I also go on to state; When it was always a movie night when it rained, the nostalgic feeling of cuddling up in a series of blankets occupied by my cousins. To me it is also a blessing because in my Religion Rain is associated with good things, it can signal that maybe something good happened that day or a prayer that you’ve wished long enough for has been answered. rainy days contain a series of emotions that I cannot explain, to the dark clouds, the lost sun, and to the gloomy dark day that befalls. It is my peace, my happiness, my gloominess, and my comfort, this is my rain sonata.” To simply explain this Rain has always reminded me of the happy days and happy times in my life as well as my childhood. I remember when a dozen of my cousins would spread out countless blankets and huddle around to watch whilst it was raining heavily and the aesthetic sounds of rain crashing our sealing would make us feel warm and fuzzy inside. How we would run outside in the rain in our singlets after school and just baste in the rain.
It may sound ridiculous; but rainy days mean a lot to me, whether it is peacefully lazing around, whether it is reading a book, binge-watching all 16 episodes of my favorite dramas, or binge-watching a k-reality show just to scream into my pillow and being angry at the outcome of the show; it all means a lot. To me, rain brings out my inner authenticity. To me, it is one of the times I can be my introverted self. Where I can ponder about life, daydream, and try to derive multiple meanings of life. This is my authenticity; This is my Rain sonata.
