This so-called easter egg hunt under the splashing heavy rain does not excite me whatsoever. All I want right now is my bed and warm myself up and I know I'm alone and lonely.
I badly need that soft white sheet, burrow myself on my bed, and doze off as I blankly stare at my room's ceiling.
"Can you at least pretend that you're still into this, Clause?"
"I can't when it's so damn cold. Look at you, you're fricking trembling, Ira."
No matter how tough he may look, he is bound to feel this cold in the sudden change in weather, and bursts of rain.
"This is n-nothing! Consider this a part of my workout!"
"I don't think getting under a heavy rain can be considered a workout."
Gradually, I am starting to get pissed because of my damn foldable umbrella. It is getting harder to control it and cover myself from the rain while
I watch my step, cautious of something sharp.
