Raining

I love wathcing outside when it's raining.

The sound of thunder is almost sexy,

and the rain seems quite free unlike my restircted ego.

It's better when I'm alone when it's raining,

it seems that the rain is watering my dried soul,

so maybe my stiff imagination can be as mellow as the seaweed with the raindrops.

But I hate being in the rain.

It's sticky, it's cold, inconvenient, and most of all, it's hugely embarassing.

Being in the rain, being wet, being sentimental, being...

that' irritates me.

I don't want to be in the rain,

but I always like to be the watcher of the rain.

Now the rain is pouring,

and I'm sitting by myself in the bar watching the crazy pouring water from the heaven.

People are gatehring around the window, taking photos of frenzic rain,

and I'm laughing,

just laughing like an old lady

who 's experienced every thing in the world.

Then I suddenly thought that

watching the rain is a bit like reading and writing.

I like reading other people's scenery,

but I don't enjoy being one of that scene.

I don't want to be a drama queen,

I just want to enjoy the drama.

Then I made a conclusion, maybe my life is

the punishment of thinking like that.

I need to be a clown.