when the rain came...

Heaven decided to shelter me from the sun on friday. My first sporting exertion since an eternity ago proceded under thick clouds - rain clouds. But since we didn't want the raindrops to dampen our mood, especially since I've brought all my stuff across half the island. Play we did. Fun we had. The rain came and went, came and went again. The fella in charge of rain must be having fun. He drenched us, then sun us and repeated the whole process again. The sole of my right shoe came off, then the other too. And since I predicted the night before that it wouldn't rain, I didn't bring an extra pair of shorts, underwear and no slippers. Great. I don't even know why I showered after that. After all, I had been showering on the court for 2 hours. After the shower, I attended a talk on evolution. Right. I could feel my wet ass evolving into a wrinkled raisin ass.

Talking about asses, I came across a case whereby a man tied his ass to the side of the road only to have it killed by a car a while later. On first impression, I found it extremely funny for someone to tie his ass (backside) to the side of the road, only to have someone kill it.

Anyway, it started raining again after my talk. It was a clear indication as to how I should go home. By the time I managed to shower properly, my ass (as in the one behind) was ice cold. When the rain came, my ass turns cold.