i was just telling God this morning that it seems so depressing to be raining.

given the rain, seems kinda difficult for me to make my way to where i wanna go during lunch time.

then i had an impression that God seems to be saying that by lunch time the rain would stop.

given the magnitude of it, it really seemed kinda impossible there n then.

besides, who am i to warrant such an action.

as if how i felt n where i wanted to go mattered that much.

by lunch time, evidently the rain stopped.

it was not the sunny kind of weather, more of the cloudy and cool kind.

nevertheless it was a far cry from the thunderstorm in the morning.

n i realised that how i felt n where i wanted to go mattered.

because...

i wanted to meet You.