Rain…

It has been raining since last night.
I am not a fan of rainy season.
It is always summer for me.
Rain has never been my type of season.
The gloomier the sky during rain, the gloomier is my mood during the rain.
The rain has never caught my positive mind,
For me, rain has always been a mood, not a feeling.
I can never connect to the rain.
Like most of the people do!
The rain is enjoyable for most of them.
Some find serenity in its rhythm; much like taking a stroll in the rain might be awakening and energizing.
Maybe raining for them is like an emotion.
I wonder how anybody can like the wet.
I find tension in its darkness,
The drip and slip of the chill bother me.
Mud on my path, and the bus stop drips.
The splash on my shoes,
The puddle that spills,
The way my jeans cling to me as the rain seeps through
That soggy-sock feeling.
As the umbrella flips, my patience dips,
No peace in the pour, no thrill in the squish.
The wet ground, the wet wind, and the wet everything,

Is a wet eye for me.