Everything is calm... it's wet outside... I watch the rain... I like watching the rain... I walk under it, feel it caress my frizzy hair... my skin is breathing... it all takes me back to many years ago... where I decided to move and live in The City of Rainy Days... I even miss its grayness... oh so much!
Everything is lovely... I smile and enter my daily *underground* stories... the umbrellas are all tucked in their bags... they all crave the rays of a shining sun... sitting next to one another, with nary a smile on any face, reading about bloody violence... this is when I start to feel sick inside, and when the calmness starts to fade away.
I can't wait to take the escalators up and feel the breeze all over again.