Croaks

Its 3.45am in the morning and trust me, i can hear the sounds of the frogs croaking when im living at the seventh storey!! thats how quiet and serene the night is. with the skies starting to pour heavier, there is little idea when this rain will stop. i hate rains or rather rainy days because it dampens mood. on one hand, it is true that its bring comfort and relaxation, however on the other hand, it brings along the sound of the rain drops splattering on the floor. these sounds of the rain drops is a metaphor of my heart breaking into pieces.

"Croaks, croaks, croaks" The sound of these frogs just grew louder and louder as the night approaches deeper into the night. The colour of the maroon cloud translates that this storm is going to stay for quite a while.

This peaceful night is an advantage to those who lives in a house. however, the streets are still filled with homeless people, people whom they cant find anyone to rely on.

So say a lil prayer and spend this quiet xmas night with your loved ones, and may God bless those who are trying hard to endure this cold chilly night.

"Santa Claus is not a folktales and exists if you just, believe."

Merry Xmas Everyone.