Today.
SUNday.
hot scorching sun overhead
freshly washed hair sucks in moisture from the air thirstily
sticking against my neck
stiffling my protesting skin
perspiration in the form of glistening beads framed my face
using tissues like enviromental concerns are non-existent
paid for the largest coldest juice i could lay my hands on
i was enjoying happily
RAINday.
out of a sudden
currents of welcoming wind blew all around
i see shoppers hurrying to the nearest shelter
i see roadside vendors packing up with a frown
amazing
the strands of my hair lost the weight from the dampness
plump up instantly
swaying happily with her breezy friend
the right percentage of humidity in the air
starts releasing the scent of my ckbe
or was it the scent of rain?
the air around me just smelled sooo good
i was breathing deeply
PLAYday.
watching the day change its season
i started playing with my favorite element
time to rush back
there’s still the sea awaiting me tonite
hope neither me nor my mp3 player falls sick tomorrow
MONday. 
