#alleviation

It is when moments like this that I wish it was raining. I was actually looking forward to it, the rain. Late last month, I thought the rainy season has started. It seems so but it hasn't really reached its peak yet. Most of the rain lately are just passing by, like strangers walking back and forth in front of me in the station.

I like rains and thunderstorms. They make me calm and give me peace. They are my solace. They give me comfort and relief like seeing an old friend after a long time; except they don't respond when you talk to them. Instead they gave you this relaxing sound of water dropping like bestfriends doing unique handshakes and fistbumps with each other. Its good. It heals the soul.

For some, the rain seems like a nuisance for others. Hard commute, wet grounds, cold and general darkness. It seems like a hindrance for them and they wish it would never come again. But you see, I'm weird. I see things differently. For me, the rain offers refuge to people who wants to cry in peace knowing that they will be safe from the ears of those who constantly listen for gossip and curiosity. It serve as a miracle for thirsty plants of irresponsible owners who forgot to water them. It give you a reason to stop what you are currently doing to reflect and ponder on things you don't usually think about. It has that power to persuade people to be thoughtful and share umbrellas.

Quand j’arrive enfin à sortir du métro pendant les heures de pointe.