here comes the rain...

i have reached a point where the rains dont seem morbid anymore.
nor the grey sky.
not the musty odour hanging loose in the night air,either.
it all seems very thats-how-it-should-be~ish
waking up everyday to the same drizzle pelting down the parapet.
waking up with a sore throat like someone's scratching a very sharp pencil against it.
the coffee had little sugar in it today.
and the rain stopped for some minutes before starting with a far greater gusto all over again.
locking oneself in the house for a few days flat isnt worth complaining.
make boats and sail them in the nearby pothole instead.
burn paper and breathe in the whiff of burnt incandescence.
hum.croon.
but dont sulk.
pls.
the rains are not sulk-inducing elements.
they are good things that keep workaholics like maa home on an otherwise very very busy monday morning.
dont go blaming the mayor.
he is a do gooder.
he helped flood the streets so that you enjoy an extended weekend.
God bless the mayor.
encore!