On rainy days

It's a rainy and frosty morn. I love it when it rains.

I like being at home when it's pouring heavily outside. I get tis v sheltered and protected feeling when that happens, n it makes me feel slightly warm and fuzzy inside.

I like the way the world appears blurred, as if shrouded by a faintly translucent cloth. The rain pales the colours of the world and turns the picture into a monochrome. It is as if everything has a sense of unity for once, it is as if everything seems simpler wif their details faded out.

I like the way the rain traps people in their homes, sheltered walkways, cafes and other hiding places. It slows us down to think about our lives, to reminisce our past, so that we don't gobble up life the way we gobble up food and thrills.

I like the way the rain renders everything lonely, romantic. It inspires me to write poems which i don't have the words for.

I like the pit-pattering of falling rain on rooftops and streets. The constant music accompanies me all morn, reminding me that when i don't want to be wif ppl, i still have Rain as my company. And when it rains, im never lonely when im alone -grins-