The humidity hangs thick in the air; unwavering and obvious
I look up to the sky, seeing how those once fluffy clouds now suffer with the heaviness of invisible water vapor clinging onto them.

The sky threatens to pour with every passing second and I rearranged the items in my bag, making my umbrella the most handy for the moment.
Every passer-by walks past with gentle fear in their eyes; I guessed they've forgotten to bring something to block them from the rain.
I'd gladly lend a helping hand to any of them if they asked me for help.

The threat from the sky holds still for 5 minutes and throughout that duration, my eyes never left that piece of comfort where clouds float and Sun shines.

I could imagine how much pain those clouds are suffering from; the intense pressure of needing more vapors to gather and cling onto them before they can release those molecules all at one go; how much fun those vapors were having for clinging onto the clouds with their mass wouldn't do them any harm; most of all, I think how the sky looks at the clouds and give them a warm smile, a hint that tough time like this, will pass.

Gradually, the grey in those cotton ***** faded away slowly and with ease.
The threat seeped away easily.
I then think of us; how close we were to one another.
As if you were the cloud and I was the vapor, me clinging onto you and those pain that gripped your heart.
I wonder if you ever wanted to express how much pain you were suffering while I was having tons of fun with you.
And I thought of the times you didn't give up on me, like how those clouds occasionally do, when they allow rain drops to fall onto the ground.
Tiny vapor molecules changing to water droplets before they hit the ground.
Maybe you didn't want me to hit the ground, as much as you wanted me to grow.

But you gave up at the end, and I can't blame you.