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Raindrops Falling On My Head

I'm back. For now.

Pitter patter.

And if you think I'm going to go blah blah blah about what went on for the week, yes you are right, I am indeed going to do that! HAHAHA. But don't worry, I will try to keep it as concise as possible ok? Let me contradict myself here. I am gonna abuse this free blogging space instead! HAHAHA. Ok. Don't worry, I'm still sane. For now.

The rain is a depressant.
The raindrops are its descendants.

Pitter patter.

If you are some foreigner in some country reading this blog(which I probably think there aren't any), just a little factual information you need to know about Singapore right now. It is rainy season. Oh yes yes yes! As much as I love the rain, I hated it sometimes, especially during outfield exercises. Like what happened this week. We were going through some tough times trying to action-front our guns when suddenly it just poured cats and dogs without warning. I mean, it did warn us but we had to carry on our tasks. So anyway, I was happily standing there with my both arms trying to lift the camouflauge nets in place while waiting for the fucking tonner driver to drive his way to our deployment ground. Damn, it was damn heavy. And the driver took what seemed like hours to drive over. And when he finally did drive over, we were drenched from head to hair to toe to toenail. HOW DARE HE!!! Fucking sleeping in the tonner and when it rained so heavily he fucking take his own sweet time to steer the vehicle over. So anyway, all of a sudden, we(me and my mates) turned into cold and hungry creatures. But we kinda enjoyed the fun we had with all the water and all that. Haha, in the end, you could probably see a bunch of half naked guys dancing around in the tonner while it rained. But we were definitely not doing the rain dance of course!

You see, though the rain could be depressing at times, I have this insane unexplainable love for it. When it rains, I am in the mood for poetry. But when I'm in the mood for poetry, I have no time for poetry. Since it is a fact that Singapore is a all-year-round summer island(for you foreigners again), I could only see the rain as snow. Rain=cold=Snow. And sometimes when it rained in camp, I like to belt out the classic Chinese song by Fan Xiao Hsuan, entitled "Xue Ren". Cos to me, the rain drops are like snow flakes.

Ok, please, just let me deceive myself for once. It is already quite sad to be trapped in a guys-only-ladies-maybe environment.

So much on the talk about the rain, here's a poem I wrote quite some time ago. And yes, if you could have guessed, it is about the rain. And it is a rather simple one. I just had enough of the silly "Rain rain go away..."

Rainy Day

It is pouring outside now,
The dogs downstairs have stopped to howl.
I could only hear the rhythm of the rain,
As slowly the distance becomes faint.

It is afternoon yet the sky is dark,
It is the time the dogs usually bark.
All living things are initimidated by the rain,
People rushing for shelters and animals hide in vain.

Yet to me the rain is soothing,
The breeze it carries with is so cooling.
It often lulls people into sleep,
As it drives away the afternoon heat.

The trees sway to the rhythm of the wind,
The aroma embraces the surrounding.
Such is the true splendour of the rain,
The beauty of nature's very own grain.


Pitter Patter.

Hush.