Rain

It’s pouring rain out.
I pulled the curtain and glanced out the window.
It’s dark out.

It’s eerie. Yet peaceful.
Looking out in the rain makes you travel.

Float in beds of thoughts and wild imaginations.


I imagine baby ducks swimming in the puddle right outside my house. Quacking happily, thanking the rain.

I imagine peasant boys running in the meadows, racing with their own dreams of the city life, days imitating their favorite Hollywood actors.
I imagine a car trapped in the parking lot, with two people enjoying every bit of raindrops on the windshield, flowing with the rhythm of their kiss.
I imagine young mothers feeding their newborn children, making funny faces and noises to make them eat with their babies gurgling along.
I imagine little children sitting and playing on their front porch, hands stretched out, heads up to the sky, trying to get as much rain touch their taste buds.

I imagine the TV blaring in the room next door, trying to beat up traffic sound down below, competing with the honking car horns, with the bright lights lining up on the streets.
I imagine the voice echoing down the hall as the last person leaves the office, leaving the room empty, as the last shriek of laughter of my colleagues die out.
I imagine a young girl sitting low in the corner of her narrow room, eyes to her feet, with tears trickling down her cheek. Her left hand open, and her right holding a rusty blade, red with her own blood. I imagine what terrible ordeal she must have gone through, how hollow she must have felt when she decides to end her life.


The traffic is still crazy. Still have no idea where to go.
Home doesn’t sound too appealing at this instant.
Yet another minute will drive me crazy here.


I, as half of the world, still don’t know what I’m doing here. What’s the purpose of my life.
But the rain outside only tells me that every day is a brand new day.
It didn’t rain yesterday, it may not rain tomorrow.
Today, it does. And it opens up new perspective.

I’m not gonna be that kid who runs in the village.
But I ain’t gonna be that girl who slashed her wrist to answer her problems.

I will be that baby duck.