Weather

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I stretch my arms high, relieving them from the pressure of sitting in front of the computer for hours straight. I look at the clock: it's near 9 p.m. No wonder it's so dark outside. I get up, stretch a little more, and look out the window. There is nobody on the streets, safe for the couple walking together with bags in their hands. Ah, a little Alfamart run. I smile, sigh, and close the blinds. Time to prepare to sleep, I guess.

I wake up the next morning to the sounds of thunder and heavy rain--my eyes wide, my heart pounding. It's 3 a.m.! Can't a girl get a decent sleep for once in her life? I try to go back to slumberland to no avail, so I make the decision to turn on the lights in my room and read a little. I catch a glimpse of my phone - no new notifications.

Later in the afternoon, the sky has done a full 180 like that Dua Lipa song: no more rain, only sun. I lower the blinds of the window in front of my computer a bit, finding the light a little blinding to my poor, poor eyes. I take a little break from my work to check on my phone. It's 12 p.m., almost time for you to take your break as well.

I jump a little when the familiar sound of Darth Vader's ominous theme song blasts off my phone - my favorite sound. I answer your call with an excited "Hello?" and can practically hear you smile from the other side. You tell me you miss me, I tell you the same thing and ask you what you're eating for lunch, and then you tell me that you'll just grab whatever's available because it's raining cats and dogs on your side of the island and you can't be bothered to go out and buy some. I tell you it's actually the opposite weather over here. You chuckle and say, "It must be nice."

I shrug. "Honestly? I'd take a storm over the sunshine any day if that meant I could be with you."

I don't know how you don't just hang up the phone right then and there - instead, you laugh that hearty laugh of yours that I've been wanting to hear since yesterday. "Patience, my dear," you say like someone from the 1950s, "we'll share the weather when the time is right."