Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
Why Is It Raining in Summer? And Why Do People Lie?
A blog post where the sky weeps, the human heart relates, and my umbrella gives up halfway.
The first thing that came to my mind today?
RAIN.
Yes. Rain.
In summer.
Like an uninvited guest who shows up at your doorstep and says, “Surprise! I brought nostalgia and mosquitoes.”
☀️🌧️ Summer, You Had One Job
Now listen, summer.
You had a very simple KPI:
- Be hot.
- Be humid.
- Melt people emotionally and physically.
And yet, here you are—raining on a Tuesday afternoon like it’s a Yash Raj film climax.
I’ve lived at least half my life…
I’ve studied geography…
I’ve watched Kisna: The Warrior Poet…
And I KNOW this isn’t monsoon season.
But clearly, even the weather is having an identity crisis now.
🧠 Climate Mood Swings ≈ Human Relationships
This rain-in-summer moment made me realise something:
Seasons behave like people.
- They show up unannounced.
- They make you feel warm. Then cold. Then warm again.
- They make false promises.
- They drench you when you’re least prepared.
- And like that one frenemy you can’t block—they always come back.
One minute they say “I’ll be sunny and warm for you.”
The next? “Here’s a thunderstorm of emotional confusion.”
Sound familiar?
💔 Love, Betrayal & Umbrellas That Don’t Work
They say they care.
They say they support you.
But the moment you turn around?
BOOM. Backstabbed. Soaked. Judged.
This rain feels less like a weather phenomenon and more like an emotional metaphor for ghosting.
“We were vibing yesterday. Today you said I’m too clingy.”
Insert loud thunderclap for effect.
And my umbrella?
It’s giving the same vibes as some friendships.
There… but useless when it really matters.
🌪️ Maybe the Sky Is Just… Having a Breakdown
Maybe we’re being too hard on the sky.
Maybe it’s not broken—it’s just tired.
Tired of pretending.
Tired of bottling things up.
Tired of us saying, “Where’s the rain when we need it?” and then complaining the moment it arrives.
So it rains.
Not because it’s monsoon.
But because it needs to cry.
And honestly? I get it.
🧘♂️ The Weather Is Just… Living Its Truth
Who said summer can’t reinvent itself?
Maybe it’s experimenting. Maybe it’s non-binary weather.
Maybe it’s saying:
“Don’t box me in. I’m sunshine with occasional drizzle and emotional baggage.”
And maybe that’s okay.
Let the weather live its messy truth.
Let us live ours.
📅 Weather and People Both Have Zero Consistency
Just like the sky, people too change unexpectedly.
- The ones who promise warmth might go cold.
- The clear-skied ones might storm at midnight.
- And those “rainbows” might just be filters with mood swings.
Moral? Carry a raincoat.
Also, carry low expectations.
🌈 Some Rains Are Just a Plot Twist
But hey—
Not all rains are betrayal.
Some are plot twists.
An unexpected bath for your burnout.
A surprise background score for your walk.
A reason to pause, breathe, and say:
“Maybe this moment is not here to ruin me. Maybe it’s just here to refresh me.”
Like the universe whispering, “Chill. Cry a little. Then order pakoras.”
🌧️ “Rain in Summer: The Plot Twist No One Asked For”
It begins with sun, so bold and bright,
Then boom—clouds crash without invite.
No warning signs, just thunder’s drummer,
Classic case of rain in summer.The clothes are light, the moods are hot,
But skies decide, “Let’s ruin the plot.”
Flip-flops splash through roadside murmur,
Drenched in irony—rain in summer.My sunscreen cried, my hair went wild,
Nature gaslit this innocent child.
It’s not a drizzle, it’s drama’s drummer—
A whole Bollywood scene, this rain in summer.Plans were made, OOTDs chosen,
The vibe? Hot. The forecast? Frozen.
And just like that, my joy’s a bummer—
Thanks for nothing, rain in summer.The tea stall closed, my snacks delayed,
My samosa dreams? Water-slayed.
Heaven’s betrayal wrapped in thunder—
Yep, it’s the curse of rain in summer.I asked the sky, “What did I do?”
It replied with a lightning peekaboo.
Therapy costs less than this weather stunner—
My mental health hates rain in summer.Yet something ‘bout it feels just right,
That moody mix of heat and spite.
It’s chaos, yes—but also wonder—
That untimely, quirky rain in summer.So here’s to skies that misbehave,
To puddles deep and moods that cave.
To heartbeats drowned in liquid thunder—
To life’s strange plot twist: rain in summer.
🎯 Final Thoughts?
So yeah.
It’s raining in summer.
The sky is crying.
I’m confused.
My T-shirt is wet.
And I still haven’t healed from that time someone said “You overthink too much.”
Why does it rain during summer?
Because just like humans, even the clouds sometimes forget their purpose and go off-script.
Yours in soggy sarcasm, melodramatic metaphors, and monsoon mood swings,
🚀 Lucifer Morningstar
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