It's raining again. That doesn't stop the group of boys mindlessly playing football on the street. I watch them from my bed at the window of my room. I silently hope for one of them to kick the ball up here so I can stab a hole in it. Don't they have better use of their time on a Saturday morning than running around in the rain? Fortunately for them, their ball doesn't fly up my window, and they soon retire to their respective houses. 

They're replaced by a few teenage girls dancing and jumping in the rain. Clearly, they don't have proper home training, or they threw it away. There's no logical reason for them to be out in the rain with wet clothes sticking to their pubertal bodies. Are there no chores at home? Don't their parents need them at home? I should go out and smack some sense into them. Singing and dancing in the rain when you should be thinking about your future. 

Maybe they heard me, or sense finally found them, but they skipped away not long after. But respite only lasted so long before a couple came ambling by. It's raining, why are you strolling without an umbrella? And as if daring me, they stand in my view and kiss under the rain. Why? Why perform this perverse act in front of me? No other place was better; right under my nose you decided to engage in premarital relations. I hoped they would get struck by lightning and go straight to hell. 

Okay, that was probably a bit harsh, but I can't help it. Ever since I tested positive for liver cancer and found out I only have limited time left, I've been bitter. It was all because of her. I stood outside her window all night. Flowers were drenched in the rain as I looked at her bedroom window. Waiting in vain for her to take me back. I accused her of cheating, and she didn't take it lightly. I had type 2 diabetes, and being under the rain wasn't the most brilliant idea because it was easy for me to pick up a disease (according to the doctors). But she made me do stupid things. Now I'm about to die, and she's getting married to the same guy in December. 

There's nothing happy about life and certainly nothing good about the rain. I watched the rest of the happenings downstairs as drops of water continued banging against the hospital window. 

-drew