Ink in Snowscape

«The Promised Rain That Once Turned Snow»

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Sunday, November 15th, 20XX

Today was a rainy day, so I took shelter under a dark old tree. I wasn't expecting it to happen and so obviously I didn't carry an umbrella with me.

Did I forget to check the weather reports? Yeah that's probably the answer, rarely do I ever watch the news for that reason, why would you turn on the weather when you can turn on Weathering with You instead?

"I wish I could sit down and watch TV while waiting for the rain to end..."

Having said that, I'm definitely not in the mood to hug my bag and run straight towards home. As painful as the situation is, my bag is full of valuable items. The one I bought and currently use is a Mulledon brand bag that's super susceptible to water. Inside it is just a bunch of instant noodles, books, drawing paper, foil paper, residue paper, substitute paper, some origami, tin foil, and pencils as well as my phone which ran out of battery a few hours ago, I forgot to charge it.

Even if I somehow had anti water bag covers, I don't even know where I'm currently at. Outside this huge tree is an open field clouded in mist, I see many buildings but I can't recognize any of them, a plethora of ones with shut down door sliders, and no cars in my sight either, maybe I'm blind because of the rain but it doesn't help my case when a sign says something generic like "Fire House", I can memorize book names but only because they're distinct, say Ulysses or The Great Gatsby or even The Divine Comedy, those names are memorable, how is "Fire House" supposed to be memorable? Even the senate could come up with better names.

So yeah, saying "I'm lost" is as much of an understatement as saying that fire kinda hurts. I feel like an ant trying to navigate a maze, but in reality it's closer to a jammed pinball machine.

"This really wouldn't have happened if I wasn't so careless," Yeah that's right, this is your fault— Ina! 

I tried yelling at myself once in awhile, like come on, if I knew that rain was going to come down then I would've brought my lovely umbrella at home that's now just sitting there being dry, thirsty for that rain.

I'm such a bad owner, who knows what umbrella heaven would be like.

"Damn you Mother Nature!!!" I screamed up high to the sky, though I'm afraid saying her name like that was some kind of cursed forbidden word, stuck her landing perfectly, and a perfect storm was born.

Oh well, no takey backsies from me.

About an hour has passed now since it started, two since I last visited the store, and three since I'd gone out. I kept on diddling my feet at the leaves and falling rain, so it was apparent that I tried to distract myself from worries that ends with me growing impatient and start running home through the rain, or make regretful decisions that would make me wonder why I would do something like that, because of course I myself am for sure appalled by how such decisions could be made.

For a brief moment, I looked back to the past for whatever nonsense I ended up pulling over the past month.

Aside from my own self-entertained obligations, I liked watching the news and seeing events unfolding before my eyes. Learning about tiny bits of history or law cases inspired me and ultimately filled up the lonesome time I had in my own room.

But... I do it whenever I get bored, so it wasn't special at all.

Maybe if I broke my fun cycle and did something like drawing outside or explore further than my block then I could see a day being special, but no that didn't happen, it's all the same cycle of getting deja vu all day everyday.