It’s rainy lately and getting up for work is a little harder. Just a little, because work is apparently a fun place to go. But no, don’t be sad, it’s only rainy. It’s only you walk by with your purple umbrella, your feet get wet and some splashes hit your trousers leaving brownish marks. You think of how convenient to be in that posh white city car or how easy to cut through the traffic on that scooter. But when you stand on the crossing bridge you end up thanking God of being at where you are.
You love rain, don’t you? You love the fresh air sensation it brings. And the water that drops magically from the sky. And you smile imagining your physics teacher would refuse to call it magic. And of course you love the excuse for you to stay longer under your blanket. And the addictive lonely feeling. And the longing of someone you miss deeply. But you can’t be sad, it’s only rainy.
So, there is one phrase I always keep dearly; it’s the title of one famous book “La Tahzan”, don’t be sad—the three words that all the time beautifully remind me to not be sad. But for the love of God, sometimes I’m sad anyway, especially when it’s rainy.