It is pouring in Sydney. Like the way Richie Banaud says “Its thunderstorms here, down under at the moment”. The intensity is nothing short of it. Every soul is locked up inside the house and waiting for that moment where the skies would bless them and stop coming down.

I hate rains. I mean it from the bottom of my heart. I know I shouldn’t be making this statement coming from a place like Madras, where in, rainfalls are the most awaited sacrament, which bamboozles everyone. I keep trying to discover the reason for my disgust. So today I went out in the rain to my non-existent balcony to get a glimpse of the measures.

It was as though, the rain gods blessed Sydney for some reason. I was there standing inside it, covering it, making the pool of water touch my mortal entity, loving it to the core. But still there was something which I detested about the rains.

It may be due to the reason that the first year I started playing cricket; I missed an opportunity to play for the state due to the rain. I forced a shot outside the off stump which flew straight at the hands of the point fielder; due to wet conditions. I know I shouldn’t be blaming the nature. But then begun my journey of odium. Ever since I have related rain for some bad happenings in my life. It was like as though every single time something awful happened to me, it rained.

I thought of this way; it rained since the gods forced nature to cry for me. I hate someone crying for me, I hate crying myself; but I do. Rains are good for the natural and the nature; but not for me. They bring nostalgic feelings inside me, whenever it comes down.

Rain…rain…go away!!!

update: yday i lost my USB cord in the rain. Shit!

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