Sky rumbling. Heart sighing.
You sit with a cup of tea nestled in your palms. You watch the steam rising slowly, making circular tracks that disappear within a second. You watch the raindrops as they strike the windowpane and race against each other, each desperate to prove their agility.
After weeks of unbearable heat and humidity, it's finally raining; and raining heavily. The clouds are all grey and occasionally bolts of lightning illuminate the dark sky and the rumbling thunder break the monotonous pitter patter of the rain.
You set down the empty tea cup and stand up. You walk towards the window and push the doors wide open. You let the cool wind ruffle your hair and caress your skin. You let the raindrops kiss your face like a lover. You close your eyes and take it all in.
Suddenly you hear the sweet chorus of laughter echoing from somewhere. You open your eyes and see a group of children playing, in the rain, in the road opposite to your house. Some were wearing school uniforms, others wore flimsy garments and tattered shorts. They were drenched to the skin but having the time of their lives. Jumping on the puddles, dancing in the rain; things you don't remember doing yourself. How long has it been, you ponder. You watch the grown-ups standing under the shade of the tea stall; enjoying cups of tea and shaking their heads; all imagining the scenario when the children finally went back home. A shrieking mother, feet shuffling towards the bathroom; euphoria replaced by bouts of regret. Didn't they know, that the kids knew what awaits? But they choose to ignore it. They see the rain, seize the chance to enjoy the moment; unmindful of the consequences. You watch the scene outside, you watch the smiles plastered on their faces.
Moments later the grown-ups witness another grown-up turning into a child again.
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