Monday, October 15, 2012


Hello. Hi. Hey.

It's been raining a lot.
And the caprices of the weather reminds me of none other but myself.
I'm not saying I'm Pocahontas or I have a willow as a grandmother,
but I am easily influenced by the ambiance. The environment around me.
I can't help but cry if the skies cry too.
And I am thankful that God has blessed us with rain and the chimerical pros that come along with it.
For instance; 
Exhibit A, cuddle/sleep weather. 
Exhibit B, the eldrtichness of it all makes it depressing enough to make one feel insightful. Great weather for writers, they say.
To add to my being fatigue whenever it's rainy season, my immune system betrays me if my body's exposed to the attack of heavenly tears.
I guess it's my body's way of saying "who asked you to play under the rain all those years ago?"
Thus, making me grow from just being morose to bloody mad at myself.

For being so weak.
For being so vulnerable.
Against my will.