rain rain rain

If one could cry like the rain in the coldest night,
If the rain could wash away all one's fear and burden,
All one's worries and responsibilities,
If the rain could take away all one's joy and sorrow,
All one's loves and desire,
If only the sky could talk and answers all the mysteries,
Then let's walk in the rain and cry one's heart out.

- A Friday's rain

the random story

A chatty girl was sharing a story with a quiet boy. She said," Once there was this old grandpa who enjoys durian a lot and he can totally eat and eat and eat all the durian in the world. On one fine day, he went for a durian feast for 3 hours and when he was enjoying himself, he had forgotten about his lonely wife who is in the other far corner of the globe."

"The poor wife's wagon had broken down and she was stranded. She tried to contact her husband but could not at all reach him despite numerous calls".

The quiet boy interrupted and asked," The wagon was down..so...why should the wife called the husband? He can't help at all. She should have contacted other people who is able to help."

Swt...

That sentence is truthful in a way, but what good is a husband if he can't at least provide comfort to the wife by just offering his mere presence; maybe not physically but at least by listening and concerning on the ground that she was stranded? It is possible that the wife would like her husband to know what was happening and that's the reason of her making that call.

Whatever it is, the girl wrapped up her story thinking aloud to herself,"whatever..."