The Rain

They used to associate my name with the rain.

Well, I’ve no objection against that.

I love rain…in fact I always have mixed emotions for the rains…

It may calm me down…drifts me away to my solitude wonderland…

It may rage me up…as it ruins my well-organized plans thru the day…

But as my Ibu always taught me…be grateful for the rain…

I love the way it feels as the water drops fall into my face…on the tips of my fingers…

Like last night…on the ride back home…

Aa’ picked me up, as usual…with his motorcycle…sitting there, in the back…complete with my helmet and raincoat, as the rain poured down along the way…

I raised my left hand to feel the rain…it tickled my palm…fell so good…

The sensation took me back to PAB ’95…as I shivered in cold…my lips got blue…then turned white…common symptom of hypothermia…the combination of heavy rain, mountain’s thin air, cold, excessive fatigue, and lack of food consumption for the last 2 days…

However, this memory never frightened me…it always makes me love the rain even more…

The sensation brought me back even further into my past…to my sweetest childhood time…as I ran into the rain…played, sang, shouted happily in this natural shower…making myself soaking wet and trembled in cold…putting myself in trouble of my nanny’s anger…

(Renee…trouble is really your middle name!!!)

Ah…rain…

If only I could took-off my helmet last night and feel you touching my face last night...letting you seep into my hair strands once again…

I miss you, rain…