You know you have the blood in you.
Therefore you hate the season.
Breathe in, breathe out. All the humidity and all the heat.
All things rot in seconds; all corrupted decay in days.
Need a cool head so you have to stay in the shade.
Your hot-blooded body is summoning me to be soaked in the water.
Everywhere you go, there are earthlings, the ignorant ones, the clamorous ones, the misbehaved ones and you are the fussy one.
Big ones, little ones, prosperity can be the beginning of corruption; poverty can lead to calamity as well.
Your conscience is not clear any more; your blood boil up until you fear you will explode with your rage.
You feel like tearing things apart.
You feel like declaring war to those hypocrites.
But you know yourself so well that you cannot blame others.
It is the season.
The challenging time that tests your resilience, endurance and self-control.