It’s been raining since 3pm. 6 hours of non-stop dripping just puts me into a mood of anything that I want to do. For some reason, the sound of thunders and water tapping the window seems like a sign of joy. I never took rain for granted. When I go swimming, I pay for admission fee. When I buy a bottle of water or pop, I never give the rest of it to anyone unless they pay me.

I don’t mind getting wet in rain. It seems natural. Humans need water — I acquire it naturally. But I’m not selfish. I give at least a litre of it back everyday, to the toilet/urinal, or whoever needs it.

The rain drops smashing the windshield of my car sounds like fun. If I were a drop of water, I’d choose to be falling out of the sky and hitting cars all day. Just like I do with rocks now.

Dark clouds always hang around rain. Whenever there is going to be liquid coming out of the sky, moist and dark foamy things have to form first, right above your head. And as soon you see that sign, you try to find a hideout where, hopefully, the rain will not be poured onto you. But somebody has to be hit by the rain. Those homeless people, bums, and stupid people have to receive the water like they need it, even though they don’t. Water is free everywhere you go in Canada. Unless it’s that bottled “original” water that cost $5/bottle in vending machines, the Canadian government doesn’t give a piece of crap if you take away the water in the Great Lakes or within the borders of Canada. I mean who needs large bodies water if you have no navy or ship?

I go swimming at least once a week. I enjoy it because it’s great exercise. It increases your lung capacity so maybe when you are stuck between two farting pigs you might survive.