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| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Tuesday, November 14, 2006, 6:46:00 AM | permalink |
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For all our modern advances and conveniences, some experiences have been lost to us. Actually, some of these might even seem childish. When was the last time I stood in the rain? Its really not as bad as hearsay has it. Yeah, I felt pissed at first of course, 9 years old & walking home from I-forgot-where, that uncomfortable horrible feeling of fabric soaking up liquid and cloth clinging on skin. As I hastened to seek shelter I felt myself growing heavy with water. Its pathetically hopeless, my situation. I'm drenched right down to the undies. Its then I gave up and stood motionless, right in the middle of my neighbourhood's carpark. The droplets like sizeable pebbles, shapeless and disintergrating into wet mist upon hitting. Drops hitting all kinds of surfaces other than me creating a orchestra worth of sounds. Watching skin-flavoured water stream down my legs to merge with the semi-flooded gravel pond that was now forming. And then I ran. Not to escape from the rain, but into it. My frame cut right through sensations of liquid beams, the rapid downpour of rain creating this semi-visible mass all around me. I feel as if I'm pushing aside chainmails of water, playfully I stuck out both arms to do the impossible & weigh the falling sky. At one immense and yet insignificant, the world falls all around me & through me too, a pattering off my head and my shoulders, flowing down harmlessly. I took in a deep moist breath and dared to holler all the naughty bad words I learned from all the wrong people. The torrent gathered strength and came down harder, as if to hush me up or help me get away with it. The gush of winds came like hoots of glee and I was safe, no disapproving adult came to take me in hand or reprimand my misdeed. I sang a happy tune and walk with a exaggerated stride, hard stamps to make huge splashes in the pools of water. I laughed and I was happy, and this was an opportunity that's now lost to me, least I want to damage my handphone or my music player which dishes out the mp3. And back then, I didn't even catch cold afterwards. |
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Sadly it is also because of these "modern advances and conveniences" that rivers between yourself and the people around you form.
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