Of the Screaming Rain
So the guy from World Bank came down to our school for a talk today.First of all,i dont know anything about the World Bank,which means that i dont have any opinion regarding the World Bank,which also means that i have no interest in the topic whatsoever.Anyway,i guess i was just tired and worn out after the maths questions.It's a tiring task to feel stupid,you know?

The rain that swept past the island left its tracks everywhere around the school compound.Leaves scattered everywhere in the parking lot,and the fields were once again dotted with puddles of various sizes,turning the soil into a muddy and almost bog like land.

Dont just hate it sometimes?

As i strolled out of the lecture theatre for home at 4pm,the clouds have once again gathered overhead.The wind picked up once more,and it sent the leaves sailing through the air and across my path as i walked down the slope at the front gate.It started to drizzle,and the raindrops felt particularly heavy for some reason.With my sweater,i pulled the collar over my head and with the Maths Ten Years Series as the double protection i sped down the shaded pavement at the side of the road towards home.Like a switch being switched on,drops of water from the previous storm began its air raid upon me after being hit by a gust of wind from nowhere.I quickened my pace,and slipped over the drain covers once or twice along the way.

"I like rainy days,the greyness of it all..."

It might have been my tired eyes,or perhaps the dust brought up by the wind from the construction.The road ahead is blurred and misty.The rain picked up its strength and sent down from the clouds a drizzle of bigger magnitude(Not yet were they considered rain yet).As the droplets of water smashed and exploded around me,the sound was thunderous from all round.It sounded like screaming and howls,and as if it was speaking to me,i could almost catch a word or two.Under the cover of my sweater,i continued my way home.As i passed the construction site,i thought i heard my name from behind.I spunned around and looked into the veil.No one was around,only the silent screaming of the raindrops,splattering upon the already drenched pavement.I thought i heard her,i thought i heard something."Too tired" i said,and i convinced.

"Its gloomy on rainy days.Thats how i feel nowadays,really..."

Sound of the rain were more like laughters,and from under the cover of the sweater everything didnt sound so clear.Yet,clear it was as the sound of cries from far off.I am imagining things.I need a rest,desperately.I wasnt drenched when i reached the doorstep,but the rain picked up more strength just as i unlocked the gate.I have a friend who enjoys walking through the rain.A little peculiar i must say,but that's his own free will.It is a totally different experience swimming while you are walking.You never know what you are going to hear,when you take a stroll through the rain.

How the rain decieves and lies?How it screams and holds back the words?

Dont you just hate it sometimes?

Song of the Moment---Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park