It’s raining cats and dogs now. The pelting of the rain on the roof is like a background music for the day.
I don’t really much like rain especially when it floods but being here in the office and seeing the place around us from the top, it looks nice. If this is home, I would be cruising down memory lane or nostalgia. But I have no time for that. Though, the rain provides a comforting noise at the back of my head while reviewing the user manual of the scanner.
See, these days I can’t talk without ever saying anything about my work. I’m so into it now, emerged, soaked and drained. And I love it. I wonder if the lawyers in Mesothelioma feel the same.