Rain

Rain




I remembered when I was just five, I would play, scooping rain in the small drain

and throwing it to a friend. Making a paper boat is the best; we would place it in a

line and ready get set, go! All of us will cheer and hope to get on the winning spot.

    Rain is the best time to play, but soon after; I'll got beaten up by mum. I'll run the

whole neighbourhood, even before she touches me. When I was younger than five,

rain is a nightmare for me. I thought there's a monster somewhere in the sky,

whenever I heard the roars. I would hide behind mum crying, while she's cooking.

Mum told me that there's nothing to be afraid of, and the rain is a monster's tear. I

actually believed her, and stop crying. I would stand near the window staring at the

rain.
    Now as an adult, I still love the rain, and sometimes, I do feel like playing in it

like; I did in my childhood period. I've done it once, and got funny stares from

strangers. Remembering the song – Rain, rain go away, come again another day,

little children want to play; well I guess the words have to be change because the

rain doesn't have to go, as it reminds me of the old time. I now place my bed next

to the window, and when the rain comes, I'll lay down in bed and let the rain beats

me. It's a nice feeling! But my hubby would shut the window, as he doesn't want the

bed to get soak.

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