Raindrops

Menara Palma, 9th Floor.

It's like the day after a hurricane. So quite and deserted. It's hard to keep the spirit up when a party has been thrown to celebrate a farewell with a very exhausting project. For some people, it is an end. The rest of us have to accept that this is just a new beginning.

The weather really matched our mood. As if universe is siding with us to indulge our reluctance. It's gloomy all day long. The dark clouds invaded the town from the east side. The earth finally gave up to the raindrops that couldn't wait to touch the ground.

After nine hours of waiting and tough fight with the shiftlessness, it's finally time to rest my body in a place that I call home. I looked through the window, the raindrops that stick on the glass told me that I better stay at office for a while. It's pouring rain. I have to give up to the weather.