Shopaholic Q8eya

There is something about me and rainy days….I always get a feeling every time I wake up and look out the window searching for a sign of a sunshine… All I see is the darkness of the stupid clouds… Oh those stupid clouds! I cannot feel my usual energy… After all, I am a girl that takes her energy from the sun… I step into the boiling shower and try to remember a happy sunny day…. As I leave my room, I step back to pick up a shawl to warm me… Funny I picked the one you gave me… My favorite one…. Wrapped around me, I can smell you! Is it even possible to maintain someone’s smell after all those years; I wonder! The streets seem empty yet traffic cannot get any worse… I can hardly see the highway because of the rain poring on my windshield… Stupid rain, why can’t you stop! The sky looks like the devil cursing me… Music is playing through my iPod…. I can feel you sitting next to me… I look! But there is no one…. I feel you! I smell you!!! But I cannot see you… Or is it just the hallucination of a rainy day? Feeling you makes me happy… Smelling you gives me joy… The rain has stopped….and I wonder does it rain up there where you are? I have never imagined heaven of anything but beautiful sunny days.