*warning* (LWP-long wordy post)

It was another rainy day- one which the needling rain drops fell mercilessly and stung my skin, as if they wanted to remind me how painful life could be. I walked past ripple-filled puddles which mirrored looming trees and the gloomy, overcast sky.

Somehow it was strange how the weather seemed to be refecting my mood, or then again, was it merely adding insult to injury? It sucks. Running to class in the pouring rain and reaching class drenched, sucks. I struggle to write on my foolscap paper because little droplets of water, or even sweat, kept dripping down from the tip of my face, landing on my writings and turning into blotches of blue. I hate rainy days.

As I walked back home from my last lesson, I realised that as much as I hate rainy days, I shouldn't because today, I've realised one thing. They say 'in the darkest hour, we are able to see who are true friends are' and similarly, on rainy days, do we see who is really sincere and who really cares.

I remember running down the underpass on my way to class and bumped into Shups (on her way back from uni) who offered me her umbrella. I declined. Had I taken it, wouldn't she be walking back in the rain? It doesn't matter if she was almost home, a simple jesture like is very comforting.

I continued running, and into a giggling voice which said 'enjoy running in the rain'. It wasn't said in a sarcastic manner, but one which was friendly and encouraging. I looked up, and saw a stranger smiling at me. I smiled back at her, said thanks and hurried off to class.

So I ask myself, would all this happen had the day been sunny? Do we see who truly care for us when everything is going smoothly? Maybe, maybe not. So when i heard that the weather forcast predicts we're going to have one full day of rain again tmr, while I really hope it doesnt, I'd be cool with it. Rain will make the flowers grow.