August rain

Lost in his thoughts, he was oblivious to his surroundings. He'd been sitting in the same spot for hours without moving. It was dark and silent. The sky kept lighting up and the howling wind told him that a thunderstorm was on its way. Right now he didn't care. Maybe he'd get struck by lightening and his miseries would end. He rested against the tree trunk. He lit up another cigarette as the first drops of rain pelted down. Soon it was raining hard. His clothes were soaked but he wasn't aware of anything. He was smoking constantly. His thoughts were fixated on her. He was fuming. He wanted to strangle her neck and suck out the life from her. How could a girl like her affect him so much. He wanted to kill the selfish bitch. She only thought about herself. He went out of his way to submit to each whim of hers, but she never appreciated him. He was like a puppet in those sinister hands of hers. The rain came down with a fervour and his rage increased with each passing minute. He was her puppet. He couldn't break free. He hated the feelings he felt for her. He hated the way she was making him grovel. He hate his life. He just wanted the rain to wash away his pain.