Rains are waiting beyond the window, rains that are always sad. Was there ever a time when rains were happy? ~Shariar Mandanipour
I can never recall a time when I was happy to see rain. Never ever. Not even one time. I’ve been battling rains all Summer those so this season seems worse than most. Spring ran long then I spent time in China during their rainy season before enduring the Monsoon in Mumbai. I came home to still more tears falling from the sky. I can’t seem to escape them.
Seeing tears tugs at my heart mauling my soul to cry. I’ve been weeping this entire Summer, off and on, mostly on. It feels like being wrapped in a cold blanket woven from melancholy, wrapped so tight my arms are pinned to my sides and I cannot move. There is no escape, no freedom to rejoice, to smile, to be free of the incessant tears raining down upon my soul.