Tomorrow's Rain

Tomorrows RAIN

It was raining outside; lightning streaked across the sky like a group of frightened magpies, and the dark alleys and drenched rats flashed under the wrath of heaven. Sam stretched on his rattan chair, troubled with questions and ideas that popped up on a whim; the more engrossed he was with his mind, the more he forgot about the matter. The house was leaking pitter-patter under the heavy rain. Still, he was not flabbergasted but rather amused at his inability to make anything out of his strange random thoughts and ideas, which sprouted like mushrooms after heavy rain. 

Rumble! Thunder cracked, jolting him out of his mindless stupor. What’s next? He wondered, caught under the downpour; he was lost again as he had nothing else to do. Everything learned and dreamt of has been washed away by the accursed rain, which shows no sign of letting off any time soon. Time to figure out something meaningful to do, or the consequences would be devastating. Yawn…! Tomorrow it is, from Tomorrow onwards, I will be a new man, but right now, let me get a bit of shut eyes in this damp weather.