Rain

It has been raining very frequently, though sometimes it did not rain when I want it to. However, whenever it rains, I will look at it and think back. When we were young and innocent, we liked to play with the rain, letting the rain pour onto us. We were happy and cheerful and naive, thinking why is there rain. Was it because the heaven was sad? When we were young and studying, we liked to think about the rain, praying that the rain will come. We were happy and dreamy and growing, praying that the rain will chase away the heat spells and boring lessons.

Pither, pather, pither, pather.

Now as we look out the windows, watching the skies for any hint of rain, hoping that it would rain, hoping that the rain would wash us back to when we were free, washing away the fears. The rain has come and go, but our fears continue to hold. Have we forgotten about the rain that brought us happy memories, or has it been washed away as we go about our business.

Rain, rain, go away, come again back another day.