the morning started at 5 am, the alarm was ringing heavily only to be turned of in second. And suddenly, the electricity was off. Dark in outside and then a familiar tick-ing sounds were heard. Small, firm and persistence. Not quenched for a single minute. Can’t  tell how long the rain poured down to earth. I just knew that when I went for morning meeting in the office, we needed to take umbrellas with us otherwise we should change our clothes (which is not an option at all).

Do you hate morning rain? I don’t. To me it sounds like a music to my soul about how powerless are we before mother nature. Too steep is the understanding of this mighty universe compared to our limited wisdom. Ah, if only I could be under my blanket when the ticks falling down.

Once or so, the rain fell when we have to go to church for morning sermon, rain even fell when we tried to celebrate Christmast last year. Rain even fell at my wedding day. Do I hate it? No. It is a gift to have rain fall in our land these days. I just feel bad when the rain falls to punish and drawn over a city or a village somewhere….

Anyway, I personally like rainfalls… I like it’s voice…. it’s feeling when it touch your face. Like thousands of fairies clapping their little hand try to wake us up from our dream. Their cold touch to give us sense of being. Gosh, I start day dreaming. Hahaha…

Enjoy the rain, pal. Will come days in years that rain is expected but nothing comes but scorching heat..