This morning, it was raining like shit and everything seems dull and deadly. I looked out of the window. It was still dark. 5.30 in the morning. Besides the streetlight and some lights from the porch of other houses, what else could that be? Yes. Strokes of thunder and lightning zigzagging across the sky illuminating the dark sky for a second or few, then poof. Darkness had the better part of the sky. The pellets, drop of tears from the sky, whatever you call them just blanketed every tiny voice. I wonder how my sis is in the states. And my dear? What is she doing by then? Aih. Life is always so the same. Monotonic and boring.