the rain and a burglar

and so apart from the soothing effect rain brings, here’s another reason for such affection:

one early morning, years back in my hometown, we found a drunken creature hanging along the edge of our roof. we never knew what was the intention – if he just got the wrong address or twas an aborted burglary.

anyways, since that incident, every night i prayed to the heavens: pls, pls rain. i thought back then that once it pours weird creatures won’t dare climb our roof since it’s too much of a hassle to sort out and carry the umbrella at the same time!