Once someone said, "rain dampens his spirit..." I didn't quite get it then. I love it when it rains...brings back happy memories of my childhood. Those blissful moments of youth when all you ever care about is playing...having fun and nothing more.
Even in college, I like rainy days--it justifies not having classes and a very good
excuse for getting wet with my dashing crush (hahaha silly but amusing).
Aah priceless.
Now, confined in an apartment due to heavy rainfall, and
I so desperately wanted to go out and see the latest Harry Potter movie.
I kinda get that gloomy feeling standing by the window, and wishing the rain would just stop. If it would only just...stop. Caged and bored, nothing much to occupy myself with but thoughts of things in the past.
Pouring rain I understand now, could maim the spirit...cripple the mind...impair the body.
What a joy.
My roommate, usually a delightful company, bathed in the bleakness brought by the rain. She's feeling the emptiness more than i do.
I know we both wished we could have shared this rainy moment cuddling in the sofa with a delightful lover.
Good for her, she has a Romeo to think about, talk with on the phone, or get mad at for not braving the rain... Times like this, I wish I could have just taken the next guy that came my way
after that awful break-up. Hahaha fat chance ey??? Hello regret! Rain and despondency, I therefore conclude could be directly proportional, as well.
Even in college, I like rainy days--it justifies not having classes and a very good
excuse for getting wet with my dashing crush (hahaha silly but amusing).
Aah priceless.
Now, confined in an apartment due to heavy rainfall, and
I so desperately wanted to go out and see the latest Harry Potter movie.
I kinda get that gloomy feeling standing by the window, and wishing the rain would just stop. If it would only just...stop. Caged and bored, nothing much to occupy myself with but thoughts of things in the past.
Pouring rain I understand now, could maim the spirit...cripple the mind...impair the body.
What a joy.
My roommate, usually a delightful company, bathed in the bleakness brought by the rain. She's feeling the emptiness more than i do.
I know we both wished we could have shared this rainy moment cuddling in the sofa with a delightful lover.
Good for her, she has a Romeo to think about, talk with on the phone, or get mad at for not braving the rain... Times like this, I wish I could have just taken the next guy that came my way
after that awful break-up. Hahaha fat chance ey??? Hello regret! Rain and despondency, I therefore conclude could be directly proportional, as well.
