My Monsoon
My head is full of rain today, and not the good kind.
English rain is such a bugger.
But monsoon rain, you can really feel.
It has an overly satisfying drumming of sound as it thumps down around you.
You can feel it beat through you, like the Gods have turned the bass up way too high.
You can feel the power and the heaviness of water hitting land.
The raindrops hit like liquid bullets.
And then its over.
It crashes in on you without warning.
And disappears just as abruptly.
So when can I throw myself back into the storm?
Because nothing makes me buzz like that Friday did.