Both black and white

Weather is weird today, so as my mood.
I was drawn by the loud thunder at 12 noon, yes, when it is supposed to be the hottest part of the day.
Peeping out through the slits of those glasses assembled neatly, layer by layer to form the window, the outside world is still bright.
And then, another strike of thunder is heard.
We dare not risk getting the clothes that are being washed midnight amidst our current hectic life drenched wet just by one wash of mother nature.
Yes indeed, I remember how sour and frustrated my heart felt as I recall the scene of the entire strings of clothes I washed with my bear hands dripping water, not because they are freshly hung but this was after the rain.

I will not describe all rains as stupid, inappropriate as I too longed for a juicy rain to quench the thirst of those heat emmiting, dry, wrinkled sandy grounds.
So, there we went, hurried downstairs to save xiao fei's clothes.
And it was weird enough.
To be glared by the noonday sun yet as we raise our head up high, the sky is as black as the blueblack I once had from a terrible fall.
Weird enough.

And now, I have to admit, I'm really stressed out.
Controlled by emotions I hated, stirred with a mix of anger, hopelessness and anxiety.
Worst still, transferring such negativity to surrounding people. So so WRONG!
I'm trying to remind myself that optimism should be held instead.
Yes, ni, I too want to believe that tomorrow will be a better day!