What do I write today? I pondered for hours while doing mundane tasks. The sunlight stayed with me for a while, then it left, all alone, before the tube of electricity joined my thoughts.
"Aren't you eating dinner?" asked my roommate. That's when I finally broke the silence I had condemned myself to until I wrote. I ate dinner and drank tea instead of coffee because I wanted to sleep earlier.
I came back to my room, determined to write the third blog post. I couldn't give up so soon, could I?
The sounds of doors and windows slamming against the walls, screeching laughter, and people running around seeped into my room.
"It's cool outside, the rain, it's raining," said my roommate. I am not a huge fan of the rain. It always made me moody. I wasn't a hater either.
Something in me whispered back to my roommate, "It's raining? It's raining!" I jumped up barefoot and ran out to feel the cool breeze against my face. My feet felt the slimy floors. It was joyous nonetheless.
Gazing at the grayish sky, the girls wrapping their arms around each other, jumping in joy, and the water slowly dripping down from the top of the building, it was a beautiful feeling.
Rain was here, the water spraying against me while the cool air calmed the splash. Twirling each other around, the girls were soaked, chasing each other, and opening their arms like they were SRK during a song sequence.
The worries of the day, the struggle to write, all seemed to wash away with each drop. There was something magical about the rain, something that brought out the child in all of us.
The girls danced, laughed, and let go of their inhibitions. The world seemed to shrink as it rained.
I stared back at my phone screen. The words didn't flow as effortlessly as they did on other days.
Countless scorching June days still brought a rainy July. Just like the rain eventually comes, so will the words. And now, they have.
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