Son of the God of rain-

That is me, biking in the rain, cold or hot, wet down to my bones. My eyes float in my fluid in my head, I dream in the rain, I laugh in the rain, well, I guess I do everything in the rain. Other than one day in the last 40 days, it has rained. Most of the time it provides a nice shower to clean the smell off my body and cool me down. My bike is starting to rust in many places and good things are bodies cannot rust because I am sure I would have rust from head to foot. I thought that when people said "rainy season" I thought they meant that it rained once or twice a week, I was wrong, really wrong.

"Rainy season" to me now means something completely different. It means it is going to rain every day, and sometimes for good measure a couple times a day. But it does not rain all day long, otherwise the world would drowned. It might not be a bad idea to have bought a kayak, who knows, maybe I will float down to South America. I must confess that I love the rain, it makes me happy, even when I am wet down to the bone. I think life cannot get any better, the only thing I ask for is a dry sleeping bag, a warm meal of oatmeal or rice and a cup of tea. The son of the God of rain is me as I have been nicknamed because I have the most beauiful clouds flying over my head and most would consider it a curse but not the son of the God of rain.