As the sky weeps like it has never wept before, the loud sounds of thick rain drops hitting against the roof, roads, gutters and walls, fill me with a tingle of unexplainable excitement. A black Santro Xing splashes through the ankle-level-flooded street, rushing towards its destination to seek shelter from the raging rain.
I want to go out and play in this rain.
I want to scream and shout to release all the bottled up emotions in me.
I want to run around like an escaped maniac.
I want to jump up and down like on a trampoline.
I want to bang on this keyboard to make bullet-like sounds.
I want to dance in the dirty puddles.
I want to roll around like a pig in the mud.
I want to exhaust myself and struggle for breath.
I want to rip and shred like a barbarian.
But, why?
