Stories from Rasamala

Lovin the Rain

I love rain

Not the part where the traffic jam makes an innocent person curse the unbelievable curse

Nor the part where the flood adds on the misery of people or worse becomes a disaster

No no..Not that part…

I hate it

But

I love rain

For the scent of earth and soil after the rain

For the cool weather

For the plants that need watering (err aga jauh sihhh)

But mostly

For it somehow set a romantic ambience

A warm feeling it brings, remembering the childhood where I came home from school in rain, all wet and then my mum bathe me and made me a cup of hot milo

I also remember when Pandu and I curled up in bed while the rain poured heavily, watching dvd or tv and ended up sleeping in each other arms

Also when we were in the car, and he drove while holding my hand

Or the time we spent times talking over coffee (make that a tea or a choco as we rarely drink coffee, haha) at a café (in Bandung off course)

You see, my mom always made me a cup of hot milo when I was a kid

Pandu and I curled up in bed like most of the time

He holds my hand while driving until now

And we spent gazillion hours just sit (or lay) and talk

And I cherish the every moment

But… when you add rain as the backdrop

It feels magical

I love rain

By: the daydreamer

*writing this in my bloody cold cubicle at work after a completely heavy rain earlier, missing my 2 guys A LOT and dread the traffic jam I (pardon me, WE ALL) have to face later, hmmmphh*

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