When I was a little
child, everytime the wind blowed gently and the smell of
moisture filled
up the air, my soul somehow became restless. I continuously checked my house’s
window and crying out loud inside when I saw countless of raindrops soaked the
ground. I still remember somewhat the feeling of sitting beside my grandpa or
grandma, staring unconsciously into the scenery in front of my grandparents’
house. To me, no Grand Canyon or Eiffel Tower can compare to such scenery.
Growing
up a little and becoming a young adult, the rain always brought me a whole sky
of emotion, usually sadness. I would stare at the window for hours, listen to
any rain related song and slack off on my homework. “Every time I feel
exhausted from studying, the rain fills me up with energy as If it was my
closest friend, or the caring lover I have always wanted”, I wrote, in my silly
note from junior high school. Oh how I remember the days that I spent wandering
with my best friends from junior high under the rain, on my beloved bike,
singing stupidly a rain-related love song.
High
school, to me, was an impossible challenge as I had to deal with many things that I
had never, in my life, faced. Then a downpour of rain came. It fixed me
to my deepest corner. It came to me, accepted who I am, then brought me
the happiness I lacked for years. I sang to the rain, and it sang back to me, we did a
stupid duet. “Everybody has a dark side, will you love me, can you love mine?”,
so I sang with the rain, my rain. I became daring and encouraged, as if no
hardship in this life could take me down. Yes, I was so strong.
But,
rain, comes and goes like every person in my life. Or to be exact, I left my
city’s rain to pursue my far flung dreams, to go to a place far from home, far
from my beloved downpours. Sometimes, It does rain in my place, but those are
just cold and distant rains. I have been tired, demotivated, and I miss my city’s
weather much. I gave up sometimes and started to forget about the rain. I started to
adore the snow in this place. But, snow is much more distant and colder than
any rain could combine. Plus, it seems that no matter how much I like snow, I
cannot go under it for too long, I will be sick, I will sure to get hurt. Should I
wait for the rain, again? Will it accept me once again? I have to go home, back
to my country, my city! I will try hard to become a better man myself, and come
back once again.
