Bangkok’s current weather can do strange things to you. Besides the fact that it induces severe lethargy and narcolepsy (and all you want to do is lazing around in bed, eating large amount of chocolate while listening to the lullaby of muffled thunder), it also evokes in you a sense of inspiration, which, ultimately, leads to creativity.

Ooooh, how very Wordsworthian!

Below has been a product of such activity.

A Drizzly, Drowsy Morning
Waking up to a drizzly, drowsy morning,
When the early birds ignored their caterpillars,
I reached out to pacify the clock’s howling,
Re-shutting my heavy eyes, I snug back in my pupa
Oh my, that damned clock cried once again,
Go on, you Nuisance, go wake those sleepy sparrows,
They shouldn’t be sleeping now – not even in this rain,
But please don’t wake me up, just leave it ‘til tomorrow
I wanted to drift away in the rainbow-laced Slumber Land,
You know, where the oddest of dreams could materialise,
Where little birdies would eat off my hand,
And every brand new day would be a pleasant surprise,
I’m waking up to the same sleepy, drizzly morning,
Shit, it’s 11 now, how come the fucking clock didn’t do anything!?