Down under, Brisbane is hugely deluged by the relentless water force.
I am thankful that it doesn't spread to Sdyney, otherwise I would have to think more than twice.
Somehow, water is necessary in our life. We can do without love or food but not water, seriously.
In the context of survival unless one choose to exit.
This H20 comes in many forms. Mild, tender, delicate, rough, tough and forceful.
The howling wind slapped the window of my work station and the gentle waterdrops started to conquer the late evening.
I stopped my work and looked from the window. The city was bathed in rain. In the beautiful light of the night.
A lovely view and atmposhere with the accompanient of the playing music.
Unspeakable. I didn't stay away from the window.
Rain holds some memorable moments in my life's journal.
It brought me to my first date whom I met on a rainy Sunday.
It also observed the almost broken down ties with an East - ian who had forgotten me, leaving me in an unfriendly rainy night without an apology. I should have just followed the Jap instead of waiting.
Once in a while, I let myself to taste the raindrops. It may sound silly to soak in the rain but I am on my way towards an unconventional life and unseen thoughts.
I found an interpretation of a joyful rain in this song. Yes, it's the 90's again.=)
RAINY DAY (The Corrs, 1996)
A bomb drops and no-one stirs
On a lazy summers evening
Seated with a man
She knows she shouldn't be with
But in his eyes, the lies surprise
Something she's been needing
A certain touch within her voice
Can tell you what she's feelin'
*I want you
Need you
Yeah, I want you
I need you
**And I'll be lyin' here waitin'
Hopin' lov'll come my way
(Save it for a rainy day)
But if the sun's still shinin'
I'll save it for another day
(Save it for a rainy day)
A door slams and suddenly
She's awoken from her dreams
Of late goodbye's and shadowed eyes
Those crazy summer feelings
*Repeat
**Repeat
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