Everything is calm… it’s wet outside… I watch the rain… I like watching the rain… I walk under it, feel it caress my frizzy hair… my skin is breathing… it all takes me back to many years ago… where I decided to move and live in The City of Rainy Days… I even miss its grayness… oh so much!

Everything is lovely… I smile and enter my daily *underground* stories… the umbrellas are all tucked in their bags… they all crave the rays of a shining sun… sitting next to one another, with nary a smile on any face, reading about bloody violence… this is when I start to feel sick inside, and when the calmness starts to fade away.

I can’t wait to take the escalators up and feel the breeze all over again.

S