"I see the dark skies, as dark and dull as my heart feels. I know that it is an explicit sign that it is going to rain, and so it did soon. Off I rush out from the building, heading towards my car, I hear drops falling down…Drop…drop.. drop.. One by one, but the rain’s not heavy. Merely minimal. Deep inside my heart, I silently wish that the rain would cease. Come visit me again someday else, just not now when everything seems so wrong. When you wish the rain could stop, it gets heavier and heavier…..Norms! I trust there will be a rainbow after the rain, for I could cross over it, and find for myself a pot of happiness, and perhaps some luck too. I promise to myself, I will be better after this terrible rain. I will…"