Let me change

There is nothing more desirable than change. Like a field of grass awaits the rain in this humid weather; So do I await the thunderstorm and the freshness of summer. There is nothing more tedious than same. Days rotating in a nauseous manner, The anticipation of nothingness. Let the thunders strike through this empty space, Let the colors of the flowers contrast the deep blue of the sky, Let me walk amidst the fields in a splendid dress of petals and water.