Is that thunder?

37 degrees Celcius. Madrid sun. The smog, the heat. It burns my pale skin, hurts my fair eyes. I'm so tired, from work, from school, from feeling. I dont want to move. Wait, a sound...a rumble...
Is that thunder? Oh to see a dark sky, oh to see rain! What i would give for its wetness and coolness against my skin!
I rush to the window.
No. just construction work.
hope springs.
hope dies.
it's alright.

Maybe this'll make it worthwile...

Now, this is the kinda thing that encourages me to finish up my homework... and go to med school...and torture my brain for the next, well, forever. But at least the next 4 years.