When It Rains

When it rains, sitting beside the window to watch the rain, while sipping on a hot cup of coffee, is not a choice, it's the only option. It is rather interesting, the downpour of rain, how the skies bathe us in droplets of  water. It is as though mother earth is trying to wash us clean. Biscuit wrappers flow down the uphill roads with downwards racing waters, the skies are a brilliant blue, car windows become misty from the coolness of the air. Music sounds best when it's raining. The chill wind, hot coffee, big blankets, and rain view allows for an emotional musical effect. But, I hate when it rains. 

 Like a beautiful damsel accompanied by a serial killer, the rain is married to the worst elements. Sparks of thunder in the clouds, send shivers up my spine. Bangs of loud strikes and discoloured veins of light disrupt my view, and sometimes, my electrical cords. I would love to dance in the rain while looking at the skies, anticipating the next few downpour from the clouds while staring at it. This is but an imagination in my head. I choose to stand apart from the risk of being struck by lightning, one which dancing in the rain can bring. I choose to stand apart from the wind that ruins my umbrella, turning my beautiful umbrella inside out. But, I love the rain. I love to watch it. I love to feel the air that it brings with it, all this while staying away from the bad elements. Now you see why I choose to sit beside my window and sip coffee. It is the only way I can enjoy the splendour of the rain without being affected by the elements. It is not a choice, it's the only option.