Fresh memories of growing up and sneaky out after been warned to jump in and feel the rain on your skin. It’s one of these mornings here in Dubai where it rains but none of such feelings dare pop up. It’s coziness and tugging that you I wish for as it’s 9:00am but oops as dark as 10:00pm; bed time with movies.
How time and circumstances has a way of playing with our desires and wishes. It’s not the kind where you can stump and still see your legs, with it’s floody nature and cars struggling to navigate through, hmmm i’m wondering if rain boats will be the days savoir.
God help not to sleep in at work. I miss my little bed like now