I’m mad at the rain. I am.
It pours all over me, unannounced, like it has the right to do that!
It soaks me entirely, my clothes dripping, my hair drenched, my shoes all sodden…
It makes everything difficult; I can’t give a 100 percent. It takes my focus off my work, my health from my body, my time from my day. It leaves me cold and shivering.
That’s how it is sometimes, being with you.
And I know it’s pointless being mad at you coz it’s like being mad at the rain for it being wet.
And yet, I am.