Rainy day takes away my sunshine days again.
When I was young, my neighbors’ children and I liked to go outside of house to run in the muddy ground. We jumped and ran to catch each other. We were laughed and shouted to each other just to see how much louder noise we could make, and to compare with thunder sound.
In the tropical climate, we have the heavy rains pour from the sky like water from the faucet, and the roar of thunder and lightening were small subject for us. We didn’t realize that was very dangerous situation. In that time we had no fear for anything, except ghosts, the darkness, and monsters in our imagination.
Our fun time was end as soon as our parents came out, and tried to catch and dragged each one of us went back inside house, and most of us got the big spanks from them. Spanking was normal punishment for all us at that time. No one turns their parents to polices nor goes to court to sue them like nowadays. We grew up with spanks and love from our parents. That was the best way we had learned about the right and the wrong.
I used to excited and happy on the rainy days, but not now. Every time I see rain drops, my tear drops start to run too, and my childhood’s memory comes back to haunt me. The homesick starts to bother my mind in the moment that the first rain drop falls from the sky, and all day long is the cloudy day.
I’m not sure how many people waste their time for this nonsense feeling. Who care if it going to be the rainy, or sunshine day? It isn’t important for the world to feel or to care for. It is just the feeling of unknown woman who is far away from her homeland. That’s all.
However, the rainy day takes away the safety places from the street people who have no home to go. Walking in the wet clothes with empty stomachs is the most challenged for them. Nobody can see their lonely tear drops, since the rain drops flow in the same time on their faces. I don’t know why I always think about these people in the rainy day.
Maybe the feeling of the homesick person and the homeless person is not much different from each other. Rainy day keeps remind me that “there is no place on earth is the same as your own home”.
P.S. Thank you for one of my friend who forwarded this picture to me on the rainy day. I can feel inside their hearts, the lonesome couple in the crowd.


