130 Rainy Days Does Not Guarantee Coziness (2/2)

From the school to the nearest train station probably takes three to five minutes walking. Even though it might not seem like much, in this weather, it would still soak my anyways. In addition, it would likely be extremely uncomfortable with how low the temperature was outside and of the water.

Maybe if I stayed behind for the club activities, the rain might let out, I thought as I looked out the window and observed the rainy world outside, listening to the side of large rain droplets pounding against the surface of the world.

The bell signalling the end of school rang after our seventh period homeroom. However, the rain continued to pour. It poured down heavily on those who dared to brave the elements with their umbrellas and raincoats mercilessly. As for me, I was forced to stay behind as I looked out the window and at the pouring rain.

I looked up at the sky and stared into the dark grey rain clouds overhead. The blue sky above was blocked out by the clouds as they seemed to envelope the world like a blanket. However, this blanket brought with it no warmth, and instead, it brought hours and hours of bone chilling cold in the form of rain.

I followed the others in my classroom over to the secondary building to our club room. When we had to cross the elevated accessway connecting the two buildings, I shivered greatly as I stepped foot on the connecting accessway. Even though the roof of the accessway blocked out most of the rain, the heavy storm was blown into the walkway from the opened sides of the walkway by the strong and cold wind. This combination of rain and wind made it extremely daunting and cold to cross the walkway, but because of it, everybody scurried and hurried over.

When we finally made it to our club room it was dark and cold. It was dark because the lights weren't on and there were no illumination being provided by nature through the window, and it was cold because the air conditioner wasn't on. Loyd quickly made his way over to the thermostat almost immediately after we entered the club room and turned the heater on. At the same time, Irina flicked the switch to turn on the lights in the room.

Now that the room was brightly illuminated by the overhead light tubes and heated by the hot hair pumped into the room by the air conditioner, the club room gradually became quite cozy. However, that took a while because when I sat down in my seat, it was still extremely cold.

Because of the weather and lower temperatures, Muria did not sit by the window today. Instead, she sat next to Irina as Irina clung onto her for warmth. Muria didn't appeared troubled this time as she must also appreciate the warmth of Irina's body. However, she did appear somewhat embarrassed to do so at first, but when neither Loyd, Noah, or I gave much of a reaction to their behavior, she seemed to relax.

Loyd and Noah began chatting, but I didn't pay attention to their conversation at all. I didn't take in anything they said, and instead, I gazed out the window, hoping that the rain could stop. The outside world had been made a very bland color as the storm clouds blocked out the sunlight, making everything appear darker than they usually would. In addition, the concrete color of the city really didn't help much to lighten the mood as it all appeared a depressing shade of grey in the background.

Maybe when night comes and the lights are turned on would the world not appear to be so depressed, but... that still doesn't change anything. It still wouldn't change the fact that the color of the skyscrapers and concrete buildings are that shade of grey. It's just unseen because it's concealed in the dark, and because of the dark, the bright lights are particularly emphasized, especially in night life areas. But... that's just like how people works. At night, they hide whatever mental issues they might have with alcohol or some other kind of intoxicating entertainment. It's just how it is...

Zaksus entered the club room about a minute after we did, and he, too, joined in on the conversation held by the others. As for me, I still did not listen and merely watched the outside world as it's being drenched by the heavenly storm. I don't understand why and how the others could still maintain such good moods as they laughed while chatting. I just simply can not lift my spirits anymore.

I believe that if my mind was materialized and took out to be observed, it would probably be the same shade of grey as the outside world as its own miniature storm poured on.