Looking out my front door i can see a lovely and sunny day, with fluffy white and grayish clouds floating around aimlessly and a light refreshing breeze twirling leaves on the ground- which i'm certain will last only until a little after mid-day, then more rain as usual.

Its not that i abhor rain, its just that the memories tied to it forces me to dislike it very much. Especially when it rains at night, i just can't help thinking: please don't let the roof leak, i don't want to get up and set buckets and pans. Yes i know the roof is fixed now, but the thought just comes automatically after months and years of being woken up to go up into the ceiling to set buckets just because i'm the smallest and therefore lightest in my household.

Carefully placing my feet and weight on each cubicle that separates me from thin air, avoiding electrical wires and all the time praying that the lightning you can clearly see making its way seemly through the roof, ceiling bed and into the room below, doesn't strike you while you are near those aforementioned electrical wires and cables... can you see why i'm a little traumatized? Is there anywhere i can move to with little to no rain? no i not talking about deserts now. But enough of that for now.