It rained, for two days.the kind i haven't had the chance to see, in ages. No, it isnt, tht i have been away from my homeland for ages, its just that its not rained like that, in ages. They call it global warming. Skeptics call it conspiracy. I call it lack of joy.I woke up, yesterday, almost half expecting to see puddles of water and water running down the streets in small streams. It was almost like the monsoon rain,not like the not so famous Seattle rain.
I have not felt the rain, skin deep, in such a long time. Like i've not felt tht joy, skin deep. Not even felt any pain so deep. They call it growing up. I call it loss of innocence. You simply stop feeling. All that you feel and remember is a time clock ticking away to tomorrow, and the day after, announcing the arrival of the inevitable future. And reminding of ur race for survival. When was the last time, when i ran, just for the sheer joy of it, and not running to catch a bus, train or a flight...ummm let me think,no cant recall
And I cant recall having soaked in the rain. Havent had the time even to go out and enjoy heaven open its showers for all to bathe. oh yes, i forgot, rain water is no longer suitable , for bathing, coz its acid.
God, is this what we call grown ups' world? lack of feelings, lack of time, lack of space,dimishing avenues of joy and the only thing is excess is feeling of time running out, feeling running under your skin, like blood and wondering if it ever even touches ur heart.