I remember when I was a little child, I used to sing the song, "Rain rain go away, come again another day. Little Princess wants to play" everytime I am copped up in the house because the pouring rain was stopping me from playing with my friends. I would just stare at the window hoping that the sun will soon shine so that I could run, jump and feel the warmth of mister sun in my skin again.
Growing up, I also happened to like the rain especially when I am not in the mood to play outside since my childhood friends and I had some arguments. I'll just stay at home in order to avoid them and would enjoy the cold wind that touched my face.
But during my teenage years, where in some point, all I want to do is hang out with my closest friends, I begin to hate the rainy season especially if we already had plans for the day. I hated the idea of walking with my wet feet especially if walking is the only option because public transportation like "tricycles" are not available. It pisses me off everytime I am on my best dress and I ended up with wet, unfashionable and cold clothes.
When I left my home country, which is by the way a tropical country where we only have two seasons all through out the year, I had a feeling that I will not miss the rainy season after all. I'll be able to walk around the place not worrying of my feet being wet or my clothes being ruined by the pouring rain.
But I was wrong.
In my two months of being here in the Middle East, where rain seldom happens, I would just stare outside hoping that the sky turns black and the heaven above opens and give way to my most wanted thing on earth right now, even just a few drops will make me really happy again. I'll just want to be silly again under the rain dancing, running and jumping just like a 5 year-old girl.
And that will make me see and realize that like others I am still in the same planet and I am not lost after all. And I just miss using my umbrella again!
And to top it all, at this moment I am singing in my head,
"Rain rain please do come today.
Make Princess happy and crazy even for a day."
xoxo
Growing up, I also happened to like the rain especially when I am not in the mood to play outside since my childhood friends and I had some arguments. I'll just stay at home in order to avoid them and would enjoy the cold wind that touched my face.
But during my teenage years, where in some point, all I want to do is hang out with my closest friends, I begin to hate the rainy season especially if we already had plans for the day. I hated the idea of walking with my wet feet especially if walking is the only option because public transportation like "tricycles" are not available. It pisses me off everytime I am on my best dress and I ended up with wet, unfashionable and cold clothes.
When I left my home country, which is by the way a tropical country where we only have two seasons all through out the year, I had a feeling that I will not miss the rainy season after all. I'll be able to walk around the place not worrying of my feet being wet or my clothes being ruined by the pouring rain.
But I was wrong.
In my two months of being here in the Middle East, where rain seldom happens, I would just stare outside hoping that the sky turns black and the heaven above opens and give way to my most wanted thing on earth right now, even just a few drops will make me really happy again. I'll just want to be silly again under the rain dancing, running and jumping just like a 5 year-old girl.
And that will make me see and realize that like others I am still in the same planet and I am not lost after all. And I just miss using my umbrella again!
And to top it all, at this moment I am singing in my head,
"Rain rain please do come today.
Make Princess happy and crazy even for a day."
xoxo
SUPEEEEER LIIIIKEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! bessy......
ReplyDeletethank you mam au...hehehe
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