I love the rain...

I arose from my slumber on Sionna's warm and cozy floor this morning to catch a bus back to Bundang. I was pleasantly surprised to step out onto the street and feel the "pitter-patter" of a light rain hitting my overly tired body. The air smelled sweet and it was actually quite warm, around 45 degrees. The sky was grey and gloomy. As much as I love the sun, a rainy day is always in order from time to time. About 20 minutes later, I boarded the red 5500-1 bus line back to my section of town. I sat staring out the window listening to the rain drops beat against the window like a drum. I watched the water spill into the road, flooding the sidewalks alike. My ride ends abruptly as all sense of time escaped me. I begin walking home, only first to cross the footbridge over the rushing river water below. The area was completely desolate, unlike any other time I had experienced in the area before. It was almost haunting in a way. I just couldn't help but stop in my tracks to take in the view of the riverside brush, the buildings on either side of the banks, the ducks floating by... I snapped a few photos with my camera and continued walking home. The rain was beating harder now, but still tolerable at best. I passed school children in the streets with umbrellas of all shapes and sizes, patterns and colors. One was bright yellow with polka-dots. Another was a pale pink color with white trim. The children twirled them in the air, splashing the sidewalks with dashes of color. I soon approached my doorstep and stood outside just a couple minutes longer to soak in a few more rain drops as they hit my pale, white skin. At that moment, I had a thought. With all the rainy days in the world, does everyone have a rainbow to look forward too?