man in the fridge

hating the rain is one of my hobbies. i think i got it from watching the gremlins… not! maybe the reason is, i just hate it. i hate the cold, the damp streets, the cold wind accompanied by the gush of this miracle water coming from the atmosphere. its simply insane. although water is life, i just cant contain myself feeling down when i see the gloomy clouds and umbrellas all over, and the flood, and the traffic and not to mention the rush. everything is wrong when its raining. especially if it is raining hard, with thunderstorms and typhoon, and chaotic rupture of nature. i see these things as bunch of friends coming from the university of insanity, testing people of their endurance to brave the negativity.

when i thought that everything was going wrong while its raining, i forgot things. how many times do we blame the rain for ruining our dates, our schedules, and even our special occasions. we(not only me) blame the rain for the traffic, for the flood, for the erosion, and for the lives that have been caught by the element of water. but we also forgot the fact, that this is part of what we are, rain is constant, like tears in our eyes, like the saliva in our system, like the water in our bodies, we are one with the rain.

the constant testing of rains, is a reminder that the RAINMAKER would not give us of what we could not bear. we  grieve and complain about the things, we always say that it is just the way it is, but no. we might not be able to control the rain or the chaos it brings, but we can be prepared for the tragedy it would bring, enough with reasons, while trying to evade for the mistakes we never accept.

i am weak, and so are you. we remain weak because we need to be weak to find strength. we could not find the things we need if we find it inside us. its the science of economics, its the way of life. we collide with the rain, to remind us that we are all alive. we are alive because we have a purpose, a direction, just like the rain, it moves down, sometimes sideways, but still it hits the direction where it should be. there is no coincidence with the rain, and so with life.

darkmau

malaya!

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