destined

Outside the rain poured down like the slip of a bucket. The wind howled and rustled. The gentle patter of rain followed. I stared at the floral printed curtain being carried by the wind, flying up and down. But i liked the sound of each drop of rain hitting the roof top. It was like a lullaby that made you felt a peculiar sense of release.

The rain fell like needles falling from the skies and hitting the hard cement, stinging here and there. As each drop of rain hit the windows they trickled down to inevitable destination. My mind was at peace.

I think, like each of the rain drops, every person is inevitably destined to meet destination. Death perhaps? In btw life would have certain surprises. Some were meant for happiness some were meant for sadness. Some ppl's life tinged with sadness at the very beginning. Some ppl's life are surrounded by love and wealth.

Okay. Ignore the post. Ignore the crap. Just sth blurted out in my mind after the movie final destination and i just wanna jotted down here so that i could laugh at myself one day when i read back.

destined-destination? hmm..what do you think then?

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