Rainy February

Have you ever wondered why it is still raining in February.
Flowers and Spring suppose to bloom throughout the field.
Yet, water patters on the panes.
Cold and wet.

Nonetheless, Mr Sunshine never cease to ravage his rays, cruel and pitiless.
Gone were the days of fair and marble-like skin.
Sunscreen and lotion became our best friends.
Dehydrating.
Thirst.

Today was mild.
Classes went on as though they might never end.
Maths.
Chem.
Inorganic Chem.

Formulas.
Equation.
Filling our minds.

Lunch at the cafeteria always was a good way to eat away one's feelings.
Gluttony.

Some are strict diet.
Fruits and vegs.
Some are plain hungry.
Devouring the meat second to carnivores.

Some are plain lost.
Indecisive.
Milling. Loitering.

Chicken hung from the racks.
Dripping with essence.
Aroma wafting their way through the olfactory sense.
Tickling.

3 to 4 are my favorite numbers.
Plain and simple yet meaningful.
Signifying an ending of a day.

Argh, thinking about tomorrow just sends a lethargic feeling up my arse.
One class and call it a day.
Cold mornings are inviting, as weird as it sounds.
Chilly breezes.

Expecting more from February, I guess.
Peace.