A desire for rain

I have no desire to meander in reality lest it might dissipate my pleasure.

I stare at the five-storeyed concrete monstrosity standing before me. Above it, hang black clouds in the sky. A mystical impulse for rain emanates in my heart. As I set foot in the building, the inclined steps grab my attention. The very thought of climbing them startles my body. The colossal pain in my heart deters me from climbing the stairs. I wish I lived in a building with an elevator.