The past week have been rainy.

Feels like a monsoon season here. I guess probably, I'm the only person who is rejoicing over it while the rest grumble over the inconveniences the rain brings along with.

I love the rain, and very much indeed. I remember how I would get so elated everytime over a downpour, and the heavier the rain, the better it is.

Actually, I cannot remember any particular incident that happened which led to my loving the rain sssooo much. When I was younger, it was just because of the pure, simple reason that the rain means cooler weather in the hot climate here in Singapore.

Well anyway. I love the rain because the rain is often and usually associated with sadness, and is thus, pretty much in sync with my low-morale, pessimistic, and seemingly bleak outlook of life in general.

We see in many movies how when the story takes a sudden sad turn, (i.e. death, breakup, divorce, etc) the set is always if not most of the time under rainy weather conditions, where the lead is caught in the middle of a heavy downpour without an umbrella? (classic example: meteor garden) There are also many songs that associate the rain with lost love and death and such.

I am not sure if the rain actually symbolises sadness and sorrow, or is it because the media has made it such that the association has become deeply set in our minds.

Everytime it rains, somehow, unwittingly, I'll be reminded of the sad things that has happened in my life and end up tearing.

The chill that the wind brings during a rainy day makes me feel even all the more alone and gloomy. It is usually during such times and conditions that I am really pensive and probably think ALOT (more than I should) Yeah, I know this sound really silly rite.

Well, a couple of my sad episodes in my life happened on, as you guessed it, a rainy day. Like my grandmother's 1 year death anniversary, HUGE quarrel with my then close friend, and many more that I even cared to remember.

I wonder if these actually contributed to the tendancy to let my mind wander off and brood over the sad things that have happened in my life?

To be frank, my mood the past few days have been on a roller coaster ride. Yes, I have indeed been feeling in quite low spirits lately, but no, it's not one of those "at it again" episodes.

Sigh, there are quite alot of things going through my life lately, boredom that resulted from staying too long at my job, HUGE hiccup (one that had actually snuffed out all the good things in a friendship) with a "friend", etc, etc... bad... just bad. *loud sigh*

Heck. Here we I go again. Is the rain supposed to be associated with sadness and stir sorrow in us? or is it just me? Do let me know if you guys share the same sentiments yeah, at least I know I'm normal (not sure what you define "normal" tho)