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Describe the sights and sounds on a rainy day

The dying man sat in his favourite arm chair,the one he bought for himself when he was still well and alive,and gazed out the window with vacant and staring eyes. It was as if the illness had stripped him of his youthful twenties, for his skin was pale and colourless, with the joy of life extinguished from them. It started to pour outside, which came as a surprise to the sunny skies he had seen a moment ago. “It must be a sign from God that it is time...”he contemplated and then took out the very last cigarette left in his pack, the very last cigarette he was going to smoke, the one which he had saved for a rainy day.

From the window, he watched the office workers outside scramble for shelter, like scurrying mice, as if the pelting waters would do them injustice, he felt. The smell of stale air dampened their hearts, prevented them from carrying out their normal activities and kept them moving towards the subway, away from, what they thought out to be, a jinx. Yet he felt an altogether different atmosphere to it.The nicotine was taking effect. He saw himself fifteen years younger, looking out the same window and running outside as soon as the rain poured. He cared not that the droplets were heavy and hard but rejoiced that such blessings from God were rare. Where the rain fell, it stuck and dribbled slowly, down from the roofs of buildings to join the stream upon stream of water which flowed past the rusty drain covers and converged into one single giant river. He marvled at the beauty of the way these things happened.

It was funny how the earth sounded like there were millions of giant gumballs falling on it when the droplets of water were in fact, so tiny and light in comparison. He wondered what would it would be like to have the former. The other children out like him, unprotected in the rain, would probably wave their hands grinning with delight at the sight, while dancing and singing nursery rhymes to the cold and bare buildings like they already were. “If only!” the young boy thought.

Springing from puddle to puddle, he ran towards a flight of stairs,in a small office building, which brought him up a few levels above ground where he could see everything from above. By now, the scene had changed. A sea of colours greeted him from below, from umbrellas held up by tiny mice. They moved forward and sideways, avoiding the playful children who knew more to life than they were given credit for. The whole orchestration was like watching a musical, undoubtly his favourite part of the rainy day.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning across the sky and the roar of thunder gave way to shrieks of alarm from the people. This brought him back at present and by then, he was done with his cigarette. His body gaveway to a laugh as he reminiscent about his past. “I have lived my life well,” he said, and with that, he allowed death to take him away.