It's a wet week, isn't it ? I kind of like it, somehow.
But I dislike it, in a way or two.

Imagine me, a princess, stranded in the heavy rain with no umbrellas and was sitting alone shivering and trembling in the blistering cold. Then I blew my hands with the warmth of my own breathe, trying to heat up myself. I hugged myself tight and imagined myself wrapped in a cosy blanky. "Rain rain oh mes rain, thou mes deareth petty rain, plaire marcher marcher loin away," my thought whispered to my heart. I can barely endure the frosty weather any more. Then, from the corner of my eye, I can see it - my prince charming, trying to fight all his ways. As I rose from my own frail, he was getting nearer and nearer. "Oh Mighty Seigneur !" My heart began to beat with an impossible pace.