Rain is falling, rain is falling down...down...down

I am looking outside of my window, and it is a daytime. The sky is bright grey and tiny droplets of rain land onto my window. One, two....three. Slowly leaving the strokes of weather's poetry. I can barely hear what is happening outside, just a faint hum of the wind. I am never bothered by gloomy weather. Actually, I enjoy it. It soothes me like a lullaby.

Is time moving too fast while I am in this cage? Something is always happening outside of that window. There is always life and excitement. But today...the life outside of it is same as the life in my room. quiet, peaceful, uneventful.

I turn back to my Pentium, ritualistically tap on my keyboard. And the screen flashes changing colors and pictures. I stare blankly, and almost disinterested. Almost possessed, by the spirit of technology. How ironic...

I wish my apartment was actually possessed.