Rain is being sucked out of deeply dark-hearted fortified clouds by Earth’s gravity.
That’s the way a greedy child lactates generous breasts of its mother.
Walking on Amsterdam’s sidewalks in such weather does not appeal almost anyone.
Streets are gloomy and void. Sky is rattling at times just like a tiger roaring and crying from pain. Nobody wants to feel the burden of the pang so tangible and loud and incomparable with our own teeny trivial pains.
However, if not for my endless cold and coughing I wish to take a celestial bath right now to sense a link with the skies deep under my skin precisely for letting away whatever nonsense that keeps me puzzled these days.