Today, after lunch with my ex-company colleagues, water came pouring down the streets, with droplets of water forming the aftermath of hitting the floor. As I made my way home hurriedly, I reach my doorstep to find a massive downpour, with vision afar limited to at most 20 metres away. Sad to say, I can only see the block beside me. Anything further is deemed invisible.
At any moment I see rain, I always thought that it wouldn’t be the weather but maybe that particular someone up there is crying, sobbing profusely like someone that deserve some recognition has just passed away. Accompanied with the fierce striking of Zeus and with winds that insanely exhales from the rain like mistral winds, it seems that the one up there is heaving a sigh of misery and despair. Of every droplet counts a number of fatalities in the past, be it a season of drought or flood. Of every droplet that falls adds up to the area of the ozone being destroyed. Of every droplet that succumbs to the friction of clouds determines the anger of the one to why we are destroying the world that we built so painstakingly.
And as the rain subsides, birds come cooing out of their nest, fluffing away out into the velvet sky, I see the horizon that has no end. I observed the scenery back to where I pictured in my life, with every infrastructure back at it’s place. With every human being starting to step out of their house like a free soul from prison. Now I’m a free man. Like the bird. Like rain falling freely from the sky. Like teardrops that flow down my cheeks. It ain’t rain, and I don’t deduce them as tears. But I know, that liberty has never felt like this before. =)
That would be another story of when I’m bored.
Pic of the Day : Under cover. =)
