world outside my window part four

conspiracy-theories swish around in my dizzy headspace, abandoned by practicality and muddled with a tinge of anger and confusion ... minutes away from leaving the abode, an irresistable blanket of rain envelopes the skies and drowns mother-earth (or at least the eastern part of singapore) with tears of lament and regret ("rainwater" to all you heathens) ... are "they" conspiring to stop me from