He told me that a day in Olympus is equivalent to a decade in a mortal’s world. 10 years!  My God, I’m just a lad at that time. I don’t even know yet how to paint nor have“wet my ears” so to speak. I ask him then how long should I be allowed to stay there and he told me that if Hera is not satisfied that I might just stay the whole eternity in there or if She is really disgruntled that I will probably be thrown to Hades.

I gulped then in fear and felt the hopelessness cascading down my whole person. My entire existence banishing right in front of me! Hell! I’m probably already dead to the world anyway. Hermes saw the bleakness in my eyes, my complexion turning gray and told me, perhaps to ease my flight, that if Hera is pleased, I can ask her, tactfully of course, if I can ask for something in return. A gift for a mere mortal, that is. One should always humble oneself especially in the presence of the Great Goddess. One can’t say if one might be change into a frog and lived his whole life as bait.

Though, knowing Hera like he did, Hermes buffing up his chest, The Goddess cannot take back what she has already granted. So, one should be wise because even though Hera cannot take back what she has given, She  is a wily creature and can ask any of her children to undo the task for her.  

Rain

Have you ever notice how the rain falls

the same time your tears falls?

I always love the rain.

No matter how small it is or

How big the droplets are.

For me, whenever the clouds darken,

I feel my heart at peace,

knowing deep inside that,

here comes my rain,

washing away every

single thing in its path.

Not a single dust escapes its

clutch as it mercilessly wipes

down everything in its path.

At night, when the rain pours and

I am safely inside our home,

I often dreamt what it would be like,

people hurrying to find shelter,

mothers rushing home to cook food,

worrying that their babies might go hungry,

people stuck into traffic; employees

turning off their computer, ready to go home

lovers silently crying as they

go their separate way, hiding

their tears with the fall of the rain

my rain drowning yet another  soul.

I was told once that the rain heals

As it also hurt … your spirit …

Your soul … the innermost you

So I dream of a way for it

Not to hurt and destroy my loved ones.

Because I too, am being hurt

When they accuse of my rain

With something that it didn’t do

Justice, you might say, for the innocent.

I tried… and in my endless journey

I’ve learned to grow and mature; but

I find myself alone; alone with my rain.

Blinded by my selfish love

For my dearest rain, I left all

Or should I say, I have

forsaken my rain? In my journey

I forgot the truth and deceive myself

that I could prove them erroneous

he is innocent from their accusation

But the truth be told, I am to be blame

To gain knowledge is to be set free

and to love my rain for what it really is,

to love rain’s imperfection

Is what love really is.

Once in my life, I also learned to cry

To seek refuge with the rain’s splatter

In my mind, what would it do wrong?

For it stand by my side in my darkest hours

It cried with me and embraces me

It is my own rain.

But in my life, I also learn to forgive

To seek the sun’s laughter and the

Gaiety of life after the rain,

In my darkest moments I also

discover not all of my life will be hidden

and be comforted by my rain

so I learn to let go…. 

                                              Raven  ©®™