Cloudy Skies

It's wonderful to break the monotony of life, even though you didn't do it in any way possible. I woke up as always but the sun didn't unbearably shine as always (what am I a vampire or something?)but instead, a cloudy sky greeted my face. I didn't expect this to happen so I was terribly surprised and happy. With that, I went down and ate some cereal and for once, discussed about the unexpected weather (and mom told me a ship in Malaysia sunk because of bad weather...oh...).

It's not that I hate the sun and despise the sunny weather that is summer. I'm just so boored with it. I can't do anything with it (or not trying to). I know many people worship it nowadays and bask in its pretty glow. I do too, sometimes. But loathing boredom and a routine, I get easily unhappy when it's sunny everyday and you don't do anything but stare blankly into space most of the time. Cloudy days are welcome too. They add great relief to the dazzle of summer.

I'm being too ungrateful to summer. I'm happy it's summer, it's me that has a problem getting out of monotony and/or boredom.

It actually rained when I finished breakfast. It was more of a drizzle actually. But if my contentment was compared to the raindrops, it would be fat and pouring. If cloudy skies was my hobby, rain would be my little kid. Rain, for me, is the icing in my cloudy cake, the centerpiece of my table. I actually stopped to admire the small drops.

The sun and the clouds are now playing hide-and-seek (more like, the clouds are hiding the sun whenever they sought it). It's kinda nice. At least, nature breaks its routine sometimes and gives me a break.