Oh, before going to bed, I guess I have one more thing to do.
I wonder how long this rain is going to last.
When clouds climb up onto the sky, the sun finally gets a chance to hide in the back, leaving the world without much light. Then the world becomes grey, as if it is covered in a layer of dust. Not long after, the rain comes down from heaven.
It's rain in spring time. When I was still in elementary school, I read about the rain in southern China. Every April and May, the sky will be shedding tears everyday, sometimes a few days in a row. As the wetness doesn't go away, clothes and building become moldy, and it isn't until July when the sun clears up the clouds, giving back its warmth and brightness. But June is already summer. In this season, sunlight is too enthusiastic to be likeable, so rather than embracing it, most people stay inside to avoid any damage in a hot day. As it looks, maybe the spring will not end with a beautiful day this year.
You sit beside the window, staring outside at this blurry world. The raindrops slide across the glass, leaving a trail behind, bizarrely artistic. Throught the scattered water on the window, I can vaguely see the view outside, but I don't know where to look at. Everything is in a mist, everything is blurred, everything is a mystery. From the silhoutte, I can tell there are a couple of buildings and a garden. That's also as much as I can say. After all, a rainy day isn't meant for people to tour around the city. Stay inside.
I remember when I was small and my mom was mopping the floor, she would always tell me to get onto the bed and wait until she finishes. I guess we are the same here. The world has become too dirty to the point of abominable, and Lord can't stand it any longer. So he sends down a message to tell us all to go home, then he himself starts cleansing the world. Lord loves people, so he makes earth more inhabitable for us by doing some cleaning regularly.
The bench, the table, and the shade, all become an unnecessary utility. Still, the shade is trying to cover for the table and the seats, even though the rain comes from all directions to wet everything. Shade knows he can't do anything by himself, and there's no nother cover he can find. Then he chooses to just stand there, even in defeat, just to do what he can for whatever below him. He doesn't look too well himself, but everyone knows he won't back away until the rain is driven away by the sun again.
Still, all of them look a bit lonely. Spring rain is cold, because in the sky they are still snowflakes; only the temperature diffenrence near ground turns them into little waterdrops. Showered in this cold, I feel a little sorry for the empty seats. I'm sure last night they dreamed of a sunny day today, and people happily sit around them and the coffee smell permeates the air. They weren't expecting this rain, and little did they know, once the sky starts crying, it takes days to calm her down. Even the flowers lower their heads, not letting anyone see their messy face. Most people think of the blossom of flowers in spring, but to some, it is nothing but a prelude to the grand finale in autumn. We have no control over the alteration of seasons, just like we can't totally govern our own lives. Be it rainy or dry season, spring or summer, one day this will reach the end, and our lives will be extinguished. It's only natural.
The same goes for the rain. It's just when we look forward to the end of it, it doesn't obey our command. When they're not paying attention though, it slips behind, and leaves us wondering when it is gone. An unhappy day might not provide you with the most pleasure, but this is part of life, so wait patiently for its end. Besides, when the clouds get too dark, you can always reach out to here, because this is where I am. I hope summer comes early this year, but if it doesn't, I'll just bring home the sunshine, and the delight you are always longing for.