I love filthy air

I never ever know that I love raining days. It recalls me when I was young, I use to stay in my granny house from morning till late evening. It use to be so until I entering my last secondary school year. I like to be there. My granny cannot be listed in th category of rich but hard works pay off. She got a big compounded house. I always like to help her doing house chores since young. Whenever it's raining, I am not allowed to get out of the house. So I watch movie or just lying on the thin cotton cushioned sofa. Breathe. The smell of grass and soil. and also the cool breeze which holding your face in shape and make you smile.

Another incident I recall is, during my secondary school year. I use to wait at school for hours which the longest last up till 6 hours just for my uncle to pick me up. I was sometime piss of. My patient is still limited. But I still manage to bear it throughout my secondary school year. I don't like the feeling and everything just like a mess. Surely I cannot blame others but me. As I don't like people who break the promise. wherever I call for my uncle. He will always say wait for a moment. I feel disgust cause I know nothing good happen. Omen. Well, one time I really feel not well and it's raining heavily, I take no choice and no road but walk back from school. The first time I walk back from school with the wet uniform plastered on my skin. Hair dripping with rain water.

Apart from this, it's about Chinese New year. Usually every Chinese New Year rains. Maybe due to the over pollution of firecracker the God feel like cleaning the whole mess and give people good sleep and clear day. I love raining. We need not wake up early to go for house visiting. But I still like to wake up early.

Last is about this year, I jog in the rain. It was quiet and experience and this last for twice. One is with my beloved friends and another is myself. I feel energized when the sheets of rain flapping and whipping on me. Thrill to go against the rain.

Too not forget about today. I smile when the breeze flew into my room. Well, it fully recontaminates my whole room. So contagious. haha. I love raining. The passion fills me. So long with the heaty earth ground. Now it rains. The weather is good and filthy. I love you~