Those Were The Rainy Days
Some of my favourite rainy memories raining on me these raining cats and dogs days.
I was in P6. My classroom was situated on the 4th level beside a big patch of green grassy field and I was seated beside the window. There was a day the winds carried the sweet smell of grass mingled with the strange smell of a breaking thunderstorm... I remembered loving the smell of the beckoning rain thereafter. It's a pity I lost that sensitivity.
We walked the causeway in the rain - the whole lot of girls, laughing and making a spectacle of ourselves in school uniforms in full view of the lorry drivers stuck in the causeway jam. A girlfriend coiled a thin wisp of her wet short fringe like a comma on her forehead and shouted "SUPERMAN!!" We were thoroughly drenched and the outline of our bras shown through the thin polka dotted uniforms. Did we care about the wolf whistles from the bored lorry drivers? Banded girl power took care of that. You say the rain dampens mood? Not that day. *Sigh~~ I miss everybody*
Both of us were doing our guesswork. We were not very sure yet quite sure. There was a scary thunderstorm somewhere west-end of Singapore. I "uh-oh" him about sleeping alone in the room with rolling thunders overhead. He acted macho and offered his assuring companionship under my duvet. I acted coy and asked him to queue up. Of course there was no queue. I felt more assured there would be a beginning.
What's with the rainy days... that paints a mildly melancholic picture and triggers nolstagia in one as you listen to the soft drone of the pattering rain?
I was in P6. My classroom was situated on the 4th level beside a big patch of green grassy field and I was seated beside the window. There was a day the winds carried the sweet smell of grass mingled with the strange smell of a breaking thunderstorm... I remembered loving the smell of the beckoning rain thereafter. It's a pity I lost that sensitivity.
We walked the causeway in the rain - the whole lot of girls, laughing and making a spectacle of ourselves in school uniforms in full view of the lorry drivers stuck in the causeway jam. A girlfriend coiled a thin wisp of her wet short fringe like a comma on her forehead and shouted "SUPERMAN!!" We were thoroughly drenched and the outline of our bras shown through the thin polka dotted uniforms. Did we care about the wolf whistles from the bored lorry drivers? Banded girl power took care of that. You say the rain dampens mood? Not that day. *Sigh~~ I miss everybody*
Both of us were doing our guesswork. We were not very sure yet quite sure. There was a scary thunderstorm somewhere west-end of Singapore. I "uh-oh" him about sleeping alone in the room with rolling thunders overhead. He acted macho and offered his assuring companionship under my duvet. I acted coy and asked him to queue up. Of course there was no queue. I felt more assured there would be a beginning.
What's with the rainy days... that paints a mildly melancholic picture and triggers nolstagia in one as you listen to the soft drone of the pattering rain?
Notwithstanding the mental auditing of the past one year's events - unfolding before you as the full force of the year end festivities reel by. And you feel like an outsider, a non-participator.
What happened? What's going to happen? I truly feel a teeny weeny lost now.
What happened? What's going to happen? I truly feel a teeny weeny lost now.
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