Love the weather.

"Drip drip drop.
Drip drip drop."

For those who had watched "Fairy Tale", this particular phrase is of no stranger to you. Yes, its a common phrase used by Juvia, the Rain Lady.

Ironically, today I am wearing a shirt that's almost the same color as her hair and clothes.

Why the sudden phrase?

As I was walking to work ( while thinking if there's a person I hate so much that the person won't even worth 1/8 of a second of my life and still have yet drawn any conclusion yet ) I notice the change in the humidity of the air.

The sky is in a beautiful shade of grey. The wind is blowing a little, and it started drizzling abit, not enough to dampen my mood or my clothes yet.

It's this kind of weather that I love, well, others can love the weather just before a hurricane strikes, why can't I love this type of weather?

As I was crossing the carpark, feeling the wind carassing my face, playfully weaving through my hair, as if trying to disentangle or pick any bad mood or thoughts to bring away with them.

Despite feeling a little on the down side, these little actions of the weather cheer me up a little.

The sidewalk looks unbelievably blinding bright that it hurts my eyes when staring at them, as if I am looking at the sun itself.

Feeling droplets of water tickling down my face, I felt amused.

Actually, impressed and amazed should be the right words. As always, without me having to say anything, the weather knew exactly what I am feeling and expressed them for me.

Since young till now, I am not known to be able to express my emotions to others properly ( 'cept maybe when I am blowing my top ). But always, the weather shown that it has been watching and feeling as I do and whatever I can't show, it aided me in it.

If to be able to have an irreversable wish, I wish to be a drop of rain. To see where they go after they left me, or see where they come from. It's not that I never study of the cycle of rain, but I just want to see what the rain see, from their point of view.