I was sitting on my desk feeling cold. I'm chilling and I had a feeling it's raining outside. I slipped through the window blinds but I was disappointed to see the sunshine. It's weekend and I want raindrops tapping my rooftop.
It's a sudden realization. I don't hate cold weather. I may have low tolerance with cold but I am looking forward to the rainy season. I love raindrops, I love it's smell and the cold breeze of the air. I want to stay tucked in bed watching movies and surfing the net while sipping brewed coffee or a tea maybe.
Afterwards, when I got bored, I'll go out to take a walk under the pouring raindrops with my umbrella in tow. The wind is swaying and I love the feeling of the air kissing my cheeks. When the rain gets heavy and my umbrella could no longer protect me from getting wet, I'll fold it and enjoy the rain's enormous bliss.
It's the coldness of the air conditioned room that sucks me with cooling death, but a part of my heart's felicity lies from the truth that summer is coming to an end and raindrops will soon abound my doorsteps
"Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain,
But you cannot make a rainbow
without a little rain"