It’s ironic that I call myself sunny but in fact, I don’t like sunny days. it’s the “rainy days” that give a beam on my face. Maybe I’m using “sunny” because of the good aura that has been coupled to it. Or maybe just to rub out the redundancy of the rains in my life. Alternatively, I just consume it like a billboard, to show off what I fancy people to spot me, sunny, the happy man. Hey! I’m not saying that rainy days aren’t as happy as sunny days. In fact, it’s further…and I always stumble on a different kind of happiness whenever it rains. Sometimes it is only a drizzle and at times it downpour or sometimes a cloudburst with thunder and lightning. Nevertheless, whatever kind of rain it is, I always love it.
What I like about the rain?
I love how it sashay the earth with favor of life
…How the rain flounce the sorrow inside of me
I love how the rain saturate drought lands and quench the plants
…How the rain fill my lull emotional fools
I love how the rain infuse the earth with rawness
…How the rain dispenses my poignant sense
It is thru the rain I recover peace
I love how it calm the earth
…How the rain pacifies my solitude
I love how the rain cut the noise thru the mellow droplets
…How the rain makes a stretch of silence
i just love rainy days....
i always think with every possibility of rain for tomorrow...