The Art of Racing in the rain

I'd always thought, what happens when things go wrong.

A million clusters inside my head, standing in a cue for processing.

Maybe, when things go wrong; Every breath changes into a casual cause and effect for a tornado. 

Every heartbeat raises like a Soldier panting for life in a warzone.

Every water droplet turns into a gigantic mass of water body to drown me.

Every walnut in those Snack jars crack out and hysterically laugh at me.

Every sound around the body resonates only to a wristwatch's tick-tock.

out of control, can't see, can't hear, can't speak;

(internal ruffling screams.)

an episode that is about to end, as the surface tension in the storyline involves whether the protagonist pierces out for life from dark or not?!

a typical cliffhanger tale;

rattling Hans Zimmer's type of background score, a total blackout.

"A Few moments later" (voiced by a mockery male voice)

waking up to "you scared the hell out of me/us";

reasons one by one screamed by the judges around us saying "over phone usage", "you didn't eat yesterday", "you cried a lot", "you blah blah blah".

Similar to the symptoms of a Postural Syncope? 

I couldn't understand why RBCs aren't working right while I eat healthily.

Life sometimes can go wrong, even though you're a healthy person (good, talented, humour, empathy like Will Smith kind of person).

Sometimes things that are meant to happen will happen for sure. The blame game on the above one becomes strong. There is no better explanation than life.

People like you and me, hideous.

Yes, you're welcome to my world,

but not to stay