When it rains, it pours
You know that saying when it rains, it pours -- why does it only apply when things are shitty? For once it'd be nice to have a happy downpour. You know, like in those parts of the world that have been in drought for so long that its inhabitants pray for rain and when it finally comes they all breathe a sigh of relief and celebrate. That kind of rain would be nice; though with my luck the "happy" rain would cause landslides. The dry hillside, so unaccustomed to water that it forgets how to soak it up and what it longed for so badly just rips it apart leaving pieces of itself and bodies of the rain dancers in its wake.
I wonder if it's possible for a person to become like that, so programmed to unhappiness that when good things come along their minds automatically jump to scenes of flooding and landslides. They, like the land, have forgotten how to soak up the happy.
I wonder if it's possible for a person to become like that, so programmed to unhappiness that when good things come along their minds automatically jump to scenes of flooding and landslides. They, like the land, have forgotten how to soak up the happy.