I feel dead. Marinated in melancholy. I stand up and pace the room, trying to engage my mind in some creative thinking. Everybody seems to experience pristine joy and unbound creativity when the sky decides to upturn its bucket of water on the earth. Parched, waiting agape for the white drops to plunge into its acrid crevices. But I'm despondent, while everyone, including Flora & Fauna - my annoying neighbours. Fuck em- are mirthful.
The rainy season is the least hated of seasons. Why does the rain fascinate people? Is it the sullen atmosphere, or the disease? I bet they just love it when cars splash muddy water on them while passing through grubby puddles.
People like listening to the pitter-patter of rain on tin roofs, or to watch the slanting downpour through their windows while sipping on a hot beverage. I fail to understand what enthrallment people derive out of the noise of rain falling on roofs? It annoys me to no end.
Poets, philosophers, and generally people affianced with certain forms of art are inundated with brilliant ideas during the rains. My mind, however, is only occupied by the thoughts of keeping the mosquitoes at bay.
If the rain had a body, I'd beat it black and blue and cut off its throat and hang it upside down till all the blood drains out. Raisin. I definitely won't eat it. I am a vegetarian.
The rainy season is the least hated of seasons. Why does the rain fascinate people? Is it the sullen atmosphere, or the disease? I bet they just love it when cars splash muddy water on them while passing through grubby puddles.
People like listening to the pitter-patter of rain on tin roofs, or to watch the slanting downpour through their windows while sipping on a hot beverage. I fail to understand what enthrallment people derive out of the noise of rain falling on roofs? It annoys me to no end.
Poets, philosophers, and generally people affianced with certain forms of art are inundated with brilliant ideas during the rains. My mind, however, is only occupied by the thoughts of keeping the mosquitoes at bay.
If the rain had a body, I'd beat it black and blue and cut off its throat and hang it upside down till all the blood drains out. Raisin. I definitely won't eat it. I am a vegetarian.
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