Wednesday, June 29, 2005
End of Summer
In a night where everything is a blur, the only things that glisten are the things soaked by the rain. You constantly rub your eyes, not sure wether this day is an aberration to your otherwise perfect eyesight. Everything seems faded, even the lamplights seems to have a sad glow to them. Curse the rain! The night is cold enough without being soaked to the skin and yet you somehow forgot to bring an umbrella. It June, dammit! It's stupid to leave an umbrella home in June...
I am in a hurry, and this stupid train's not helping at all. It's raining like hell outside but it's humid like summer afternoon in here. The train is packed with office workers like me, and like the rat race that we experience everyday we scurry after one another in every train stop, as if being the first to exit would receive a better pay or would be boss the next day. I clutch the paperwork that I have to take home and my umbrella. Good thing that I remembered bringing an umbrella on a day like this...
At 90Km/H, he never really cared if he crashed into a post or somebody else's car or if the world ended for that matter. One night was all it took, one mistake. Can't somebody just have a good time anymore, dammit! The driver just can't take the image of his fiancee turning her back to him in the rain, treating him like someone with a communicable disease. He too was soaked in the rain, but the coldness that he feels stems from the knowledge that something inside is eating him alive. He is crying now, his last image of her was the mocking umbrella that she was carrying.
Lightning crashes once... twice... three times. I may be stupid to leave an umbrella home but not as stupid as that lady trying to cross a highway...
Have to get home, have to get home. Daddy's gonna hurt me if I'm late again...
@#$@#%@#!!!
Visibility's down in this rain and when you have a drunk driver with tears in his eyes and a lady trying to hurry home, you usually have a grisly road accident. Not so this time, you came out flying to knock the lady, her paperwork and all on the muddy island in the middle on the road. The driver never noticed. Mistaking you for a thief, the lady took off into the rainy night leaving her soaked paperwork on the muddy pavement. You, the hero gets up. At least you got the umbrella as a reward for your efforts, aching ribs and all.
You would not have known it, but the only color that night had was the red umbrella that you were carrying home.
I am in a hurry, and this stupid train's not helping at all. It's raining like hell outside but it's humid like summer afternoon in here. The train is packed with office workers like me, and like the rat race that we experience everyday we scurry after one another in every train stop, as if being the first to exit would receive a better pay or would be boss the next day. I clutch the paperwork that I have to take home and my umbrella. Good thing that I remembered bringing an umbrella on a day like this...
At 90Km/H, he never really cared if he crashed into a post or somebody else's car or if the world ended for that matter. One night was all it took, one mistake. Can't somebody just have a good time anymore, dammit! The driver just can't take the image of his fiancee turning her back to him in the rain, treating him like someone with a communicable disease. He too was soaked in the rain, but the coldness that he feels stems from the knowledge that something inside is eating him alive. He is crying now, his last image of her was the mocking umbrella that she was carrying.
Lightning crashes once... twice... three times. I may be stupid to leave an umbrella home but not as stupid as that lady trying to cross a highway...
Have to get home, have to get home. Daddy's gonna hurt me if I'm late again...
@#$@#%@#!!!
Visibility's down in this rain and when you have a drunk driver with tears in his eyes and a lady trying to hurry home, you usually have a grisly road accident. Not so this time, you came out flying to knock the lady, her paperwork and all on the muddy island in the middle on the road. The driver never noticed. Mistaking you for a thief, the lady took off into the rainy night leaving her soaked paperwork on the muddy pavement. You, the hero gets up. At least you got the umbrella as a reward for your efforts, aching ribs and all.
You would not have known it, but the only color that night had was the red umbrella that you were carrying home.
