The rainy lament

"Rain, rain, go away
come again another day ... "

The sky is grey and there’s no sunlight beaming silhouettes into my kitchen this morning. Come to think of it, for most of the week. January, sigh. My beautifully washed & polished car is awash with rain even it’s parked there for days without being used, already ridden by stain from previous rains. And the forecast says nothing but thunderstorms in the horizon. Gloomy, eh?

The monsoon is a season of mixed feelings, happy to snuggle into bed … nice and toasty from the raging storm & cool breeze … having nothing else to do (actually nowhere to go) than to comfy myself with a book or a nice DVD. Probably play some R&B music to set the tone, with some nice drink and voila, hopefully lull myself into a beauty sleep. Sounds good huh? Maybe …

Actually, I remember that for every December-January period has been bleak for me because I always seem to catch that irritating cold, I cannot go out for my jog, get stuck in multiple flash flood jams, cannot really go anywhere because it’s wet, icky & cold (a deadly combination indeed). In my days away from home, it’s the worst to be sick because I have to do everything myself, when I feel so weak (probably lazy too) to get out of my bed & return to it when it’s no longer warm to perfection. Those were times I wished desperately to be back at home.

Rain is not deadly but annoying. Winter is deadly, but something I immensely enjoy because once you harness it, the joy of a white world is beautiful. Rain is, well … too unpredictable & hard to harness unlike winter.

Now that I am home, I better enjoy the comfort (& sometimes nagging) … before my next adventure, in a few hours actually.