rain

I listened to the soft platter of the raindrops against the roof, whilst watching the downward streaks of water distort the images into multidimensions.To the untrained eye - it's water diffracting light. To my artistic eye - it's cubism in motion. Rain must have inspired Picasso just like how rain inspires me.

The sky was enveloped by a gloomy grey hue. The ominous clouds had gathered so rapidly that i can't believe the sky was blue and beautiful just a while ago. I remembered 2 friends of mine who would jump, run, splash water and play in the rain. Rain seemed to have washed away all their inhibitions. Those 2 chummy buddies totally let their hair down and thew caution into the wind. Wholeheartedly believing that lightning will only strike tall objects, which is technically correct. But those 2 vertically challenged cuties have forgotten that I am standing under shelter, so in the open beach they are the tallest objects.

They are having so much fun that i am wonder when did i lose this ability to do as i wish. i have forgotten how to have fun. or have i been held back by the logical mind that weighs the risk of peunomia and flu against the a impulsive streak. do i like the thought that i'm warm and dry while everyone else is cold and wet?

now, i will allow myself to enjoy the rain from the wamth and comfot of my room. separated by a window. when did i lose this innocence and take my first step into maniacal cynicism?

i remembered tt i signed up to play the big bad wolf and not the cuddly grandma-made teddy bear during the kindergarten role play.. damn maybe im born a cynic.