I think and said to myself " i should have been planted by the bank". But, alas, here i am on this land which is almost a desert, being subjected to the conditional rain. Oh boy! i hate it when it rain!
I should have been planted by the bank, but, it is not the case. Only if i'd been a little bit luckier i could have found myself on a richer land. But since i was not planted by the bank, all i could do is to wait for the conditional rain. I hate it when it rain!
What then should i blame for my tough luck? Is it the the Planter? Is it the land that was desert-like? Or is it the rain that choose to fall conditionally? I suspect i've been caught in a cross road. Oh dear, i hate it when it rain!
Maybe, just maybe if i were to be the rain, i would have been falling conditionally, maybe if i were to be the land, i would have chosen to be desert-like, maybe if i were to be the planter, i would have planted this far-away from the bank. I hate it when it rain.
My survival DEPENDS on this 'conditional rain', albeit, i do not like it this way, but then, towards which direction do i search for my solace, it seems completely out of my reach, how long do i have to keep depending on this conditional rain? Oh! I hate it when it rain.
Sometime soon, i'll like to dictate the course of my 'living'. It's a dream of some sort, but i'll like to realize it fast, atleast, as fast as possible, though no haste, if you have not, you won't know it's ugly to depend. How much i hate it when it rain!
I'll wait for that day when the little plant will grow into an oak and will stop waiting for the rain!
