On stranded mornings

As I watch heavy rain falls perfectly outside the city streets, a sense of melancholia creeps into the depths of my spine. On most of the days, I am constrained with being a formal person. And on days like these, I am just Rose. 

I asked for a second cup of strong brewed coffee then lighting streaks off the sky. Now the rain is pouring heavier. I cannot see through the glass doors. Strong winds seem to shake off every non-living thing outside thses glass doors. While I cannot feel a hint of cold breeze inside this café. 

Rain gives me inspiration everytime.

The sky is clearing up. Hold on, I shall resume studying Transportation Law for now *reopens book and sips a cup of coffee*

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