Thursday, March 26, 2009

I can't get it right (wrong timing)

Everyday I bring my pink raincoat- folded neatly inside my book bag.

Everyday except yesterday.
Because I gave up --- convinced that there will be no rain on summer days.
And I'm like a regular idiot for carrying a raincoat while walking, perspiring and literally getting baked under the sun.

I think God played a trick on me.
It rained heavily yesterday.
And I was not dressed for battle.
I went home with a wet hair, wet bag, wet shoes and wet clothes.

I was a walking wet chick.

You know why I think it was a trick?
Yesterday, I made a wish...for the days to be cold again (because I hate summer)
The day did end with me "feeling cold" and with "colds"

Today, I have my rain jacket safely hidden inside my bag...waiting for the rain to come.
And IT'S NOT COMMMMMMMMMIIIING!
But the sky is gray.

I am tempted to do two things:

Do a rain dance or go up a really tall building and squeeze the rain out of the clouds.

The weather is making me crazy.


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