It was going to rain.

At the block where the student lounge is, there is a walk way leading back to the school's main building. It has this wooden garden roof, with bougainvillea on it. Red, pink, orange flowers littered the floor.

It's nice to watch the coming wind pick up the flowers as it swirled through the masses of moving legs. It would go this way, and stop, and one could see the flowers suddenly moving from another way, which showed a change in wind direction.

The flowers would spiral, stop, spin the other direction, stop, suddenly swept to the left, and then swept right back.

And then suddenly, everything went still. It was as if the tv was muted - just for that split second.

The raining started pouring, and the wind is back, only fiercer. The flowers no longer float along with it, but, drenched in the rain, lay forgotten on the ground.

Ominous thunderclaps filled the air, and darkness came upon the school. People moved quickly in groups, huddled for warmth against the biting cold.

Why this post? It was what I saw as I walked from theSDC to the library.

People say, look beyond the grey clouds for the silver linings.

I say, hey, what if I don't even see the grey clouds before the cats and dogs come?