A Desperate ill Person on a Rainy Day

It seems to me that the rain which is one of the most beautiful natural phenomen is drawn into the curtains which hardly misses the already faint light of the sun and it is wrapped in the tired gray clouds. The ill person as such as me tries to wrap myself up warmly in the romantic aura. The house is quiet as only the sound of rain is growing, it lies down with the monotonous drumming on the roofs of houses and windowsills. The roads become a running streams of muddy water. Buzz..people driving in a hurry as the car is caked with mud. People at the outside are cloaked in variety of umbrellas with a feeling of hurrying somewhere while dancing in the rains and i sit quietly at home counting the gears of clocks, measuring out the seconds but the time for me has stopped. Hours and minutes are merged and became one concept but is meaningless to me because the time will not remain because the rains are only now. A cloud of fragrant smoke and sweet, never met the wind, gently and gradually rises to the ceiling. I am listening to the dripping silence and the quiet whisper of the green leaves moving with the wind. It is an eternal evening but a very quiet day as the drowsiness weighs on me like rain drop by drop knocks on my eyelids gradually closing them. As i close my eyes, listening to the sounds, enveloping myself and falling asleep.