It has been so long ago since I last played in the rain, get soaked to the skin, shiver in the cold, my hair clinging limply to my scalp, and still enjoy it. The rain and I are not good friends now. I try to avoid it as much as possible. The loss of sensation changed all that. Raindrops pelting my numb skin is a not pleasant feeling anymore. It feels hot. Cold is hot. Hot is hot. The wires are all messed up inside me.
The cold not only makes me shiver. My muscles will tense up. Shortly after, the spasms will hit with a vengenace. My limbs will be involuntarily pulled in ways unimaginable. The agony of cramped muscles is indescribable. The cold then seeps into me and linger there, for a long time. The shivers will not go away even when I am buried under layers of blankets; the spasms the same. The rain, together with the cold, I now avoid like the plague.
The weather has been exceptionally cold the past three days. The air is laden with moisture that makes breathing laborious. Everything is damp. Everything is stone cold. I dislike this rainy season. But when it was hot and dry, I had wished for nothing but for the sky to pour. I needed the moisture. I needed the hydration. I am not fickle. My body just do not adapt to extreme weathers well. For now, I wish for it stop raining for a while, for the sun to come out tomorrow. God knows I need sunshine to drive away this gloom that came with the monsoon. Please?