Golden Rain Drops Falling

In a village long ago something mysterious happened. All of a sudden - on a cold and rainy morning - every person received a gift. Every person. No exception to the rule. They woke up with the craving to tell and write stories. All else became less important that very morning. They were like zombies but than with the luxurious option to use those parts of their brain that were responsible for intellectual and creative expressions. 

Nobody knew that everyone was involved. The only thing that really mattered, was that everyone followed their specific assignment of that day. The words became lines, seconds and minutes became hours. The rain drops witnessed the art of writing and made their own art on the windows. They danced alongside each house to make sure that nobody would even consider to go outside until the job was done.

When the writing was finished, they all became sleeping individuals again. As if nothing ever happened. A sort of Christmas Father collected quickly all writing material. High above the pieces were getting a spot in a larger story. By coincidence they all seemed to fit in a master story. What a blessing. In their dreams all authors got a key message that soon they would receive a larger gift. Something to look forward to.

The next morning everyone felt a little bit dizzy. A sort of feeling to be compared with the one you get after a surgery. Something had occured. That was Obvious. They got up, made sure that they were getting stronger. They left their houses to hold deep conversations about their experiences. A bond stronger than the seed of the most beautiful rose installed in their souls. They smiled and looked happier than ever.

The holy man in the sky made sure that there was enough light and activated the stars. They sent golden dust to the earth. It landed on the rain drops. Once everyone was inside their house again, the rain increased its volume. The drops became larger and larger. A sound revealed the arrival of a more heavy thing than a rain drop. Exactly at the same time, everyone became curious and opened their doors.

The most wonderful red book with golden letters waited for them and mentioned their name. Owner of a piece of art. The impact was wonderful. Suddenly hearts and souls got completely aligned. The shared feeling of abundance and happiness was the most important healing factor even for generations after this one. They were proud and so satisfied. Year after year, the red book is mentioned in many articles and newspapers ever since. Nobody forgot its value.

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By Liesbeth Leysen, MSc International Management