The drizzle

            Gerimis romantis, begitu kata orang and i guess so. But not today. I think today is not a romantic drizzle. I am on my way from my office , an office, a place where i'm being a junior public defender apprentice. Well, this drizzle remaind me with the friend that i haven't seen for more than a year. Usually, i remember with him when the drizzle come. He ever told me his feeling about drizzle and i clearly remember what he said. Damn, i remember him again because of this drizzle. I stop at the traffic light , wait till the light get green. While i'm waiting, i look up at the lamp which on the side street. I can see clearly the drizzle from those lamp ray, feel that yeahh.. this is the great girt from God, this drizzle. But ,  suddenly this drizzle remind me about everything. My friend ever said that she's really bloody love the drizzle and she's always let her body uncover without the raincoat, so she can feel the drizzle. She's really enjoy it. Sh*t.., this drizzle always remind me. There's always drizzle in every single winter, so it's impossible that i can forget him,besides one of the Indonesian's weather is winter. I think i should find the plan B, another idea, to make it go go go away and stop to spin on my mind