had an interesting thought jus yesterdae. Was hoping it would rain. It didnt.
Suddenly forgotten how it felt to stand in the rain.. droplets of sky dews grazing my face.. soaking my skin. Sound of rushing rain hitting the ground.
As i grow up.. the idea of standing in the rain suddenly lost it's appeal. Starting to associate it with catching the flu.. wet and drenched.. wet shoes... wet socks.. and er.. wet underwear. Not a pretty feeling when i think about it.
When i was younger.. rain was the best thing ever. I'd remember the time when we'll only come out and play when it rains. playing soccer or rugby in the mud filled fields!
In army when i was still a trainee.. everyday we were praying for rain as trainings would be cancelled. Before u know it we'd all be sleeping again.. hypnotised by the rhythm of the rain. The only thing we complain when it rains were the freezing cold showers.
Not sure if u noticed.. the universal motion of stretching out your hand to feel the rain drops when it rains.. it's the same everywhere. i'd see children do that.. cupping their hands together to form a puddle in thier palms. I'd wonder where they learnt it.
This strange enticement abt the rain. i love it.
I'm still hoping it rains todae.
