just now, a sudden bright flash of lightning made the lights at home flicker and the computer shut down by itself only to restart in safe mode. deafening cracks of thunder still follow... i remember enid blyton used to describe it as sounding like a set of drawers tumbling down a staircase. i love the smell of the air right before the rain comes. it's a bit like opening the freezer compartment of the refrigerator and sticking your nose in for a deep whiff of the nice cool ice. i like sitting on the length of the study table looking out the window seeing maids hurriedly drawing in the bamboo poles heavy with clothes as the first drops start, and housewives dropping their stuff, rushing to shut the windows to keep the rain out.
i remember a time before i started nursery i think, outside my grandma's house one weekend or a public holiday or something. it started raining really really heavily and my mum allowed my sister and i to go out and play in the rain. so my sis and i took turns running barefooted up and down this gentle slope, made slippery from the rain. we even sat on a little old tricycle and rode down the slope with our legs off the pedal bars and see who could keep her balance the best, ending at the end of the slope without crashing disastrously against the wall.
the next day back at home, both of us had caught a cold, and if i don't remember wrongly, had to miss going to church. and my dad gave my mum a sound ticking off on taking care of the kids.
adults...... don't know how to have fun lah.
