I Like, Raining...

When I woke up this morning, I found out that the sun was not shining as strong as it has always been. Wow, is it raining outside? If it was in Malaysia, there must be a heavy rain out there! The fact is, it's not, I started to think, the world must have gone crazy! Climate changed, even in the Middle East! Most importantly in the midst of summer, sun is not shining and it’s not extremely hot! When I read the digital device wrapped on my wrist, might sound complicated but it's actually a watch =p it reads 2:30pm! No wonder there are no sunlight there, apparently the sun has worked harder than me that it has already moved to it's peak and was already hanging there for a while! Opps, must have been a late sleeper the night before, again =p Phew, means there’s nothing wrong with the world, yet!

Well, that reminds me of those rainy days I have in Malaysia.

I like the rain, the smell of the rain, the chilly wind bringing light shower of rain and the sound of the drenching rain. It had been a while since I last saw a rain, not those shower rain in the UK where you can actually see the “rain drops” performing a dance in front of you before reaching the ground, nor the rain here in Middle East where it’s acidic and usually does not last longer than a minute.

Why I like so much about raining, especially the heavy one? Because I like the feeling of security being under a shelter when there’s a thunder storm outside, love the cool breeze bringing mist of rain together with fresh air, like listening to the dripping sound of rain that relaxes my mind, like watching people running and avoiding themselves from getting wet in fact if it’s a heavy rain, they’ve probably been wet but they still keep avoiding that entertains me what a bad guy I am! =p, like the moment the rain hits the ground and scattered and, rainy day brings sorrow I like sorrow! =p Amongst them all, the reason I love raining the most is that the heavy rain cleans away all the dust and haze, refreshes the air while we’re hiding in our shelter, doing all the things we like or complaining and cursing for there’s a rain. For me, they’re like the one who is making the world a better place for us. In that moment, we’re just like hiding from or taking a break for our miserableness, problems and dilemmas, await the solution to be made by some others or hoping everything would be fine after that.

When I was small, I used to believe there is a rain because the sky is crying, and I always wonder why is the sky so sad that he cried so badly silly me =). Mom used to keep me away from getting wet, but I was always the one wanted to get wet in the rain and hoping to find out, what’s happening to my “uncle sky”. =p Guess most of us have the same childhood, we believe that rain links to sorrow because the sky is crying!

In fact, crying does make us feel better.

How many of you actually feel better after you cried for something bad happened?

How many of you actually feel better after you cried for someone you missed so deeply?

How many of you actually feel better after you cried for the lost of someone used to be your closest person?

How many of you actually feel better after you cried for every silly thing you ever did?

To be frank, I did feel better everytime I “refreshes my eyes”, it’s like a new life waiting ahead, it’s like everything I've cried for is no longer something worth crying, it’s like moving forward without looking back to the past. Whenever I’m crying, I will look into the me in the mirror, I will not see eyes that are filled with tears, what I can see always is the tears that are purifying my glistening eyes; I know there will be a better tomorrow and I will once again lead myself to my life. The me inside the mirror, it’s just for now and temporary, it will not and shall not last.

That’s the reason I like raining, the main reason indeed.

In contrast, I like my eyes, I like the tears that sparkle in my eyes, I like the tears that falls down to my cheek everytime I blink my eyes.

Thank you, because of you,
I realised how beautiful my eyes can be;
I realised crying can be more than crying;
I realised we have to purge our eyes once in a while.

Have you realised the reason for crying?

Have you comprehended the reason for crying?

Have you ever thought of every tears you’ve dropped are actually worth dropping?

Have you liked raining as much as I do?