If you keenly notice, it never comes without announcing. But today at evenfall, nature decided to carouse and have some fun. The curtains pull and the canvas turns black and dark. The window blinds rattle with each other. In nanoseconds, a dart of light flashes, followed by the clap of thunder. The storms rage and clouds fight, resulting in more thunder and lightning. The coconut and the mango tree oscillate in the wind violently, just like a blubbering child who has exhausted his play-time. The dried leaves run their marathons, some getting teared up and some catching a flight to long, long distances. I slowly kick back behind the blinds on the berth before it. We stop talking for a while and watch the happenings around us. The water starts clogging, and each drop ripples like a thousand stones thrown together. The usual cat guests, soaked in water, skid at the gates and carefully squish themselves through ...
This is a She. She thinks. She writes too. She thinks she writes.