weather forecast

there are promising days: you wake up, open the window and see the most glorious morning. inevitably your lips draw a smile, believing that the sun bathing your face is the herald of joy for the coming day. until the moment you leave home, and realize that the once blue sky is covered with gray clouds, selfishly hiding the sun behind them. the cold wind blowing from nowhere and everywhere at the same time forces a chill through your spine. and the sudden drops or pouring rain makes you realize that your colorful spring clothes makes you feel barely naked against the elements. then the promise of the sunny morning is gone, and all the excited thought "what can happen to me today? everything, hope" is replaced by "what else can happen to me today? everything, it seems..."

i love to feel the rain in my skin. yet i can't stop hating these days. i don't care if i live in illusion or delusion. just don't brake either of them.