When It Rains, It Pours

...and I just keep drowning in the flood.

Before the rain.




Beautiful, innit?

I love the way the grass always looks oh-so-green and the dunno-what-tree leaves always sway when they're tickled by the breeze. (Palm trees, maybe? Hmmm. Or coconut trees? Nah, can't be. Haven't seen any coconuts. Pokok Pinang, perhaps? Dunno la. I'm not some tree expert.) The view kinda eases the whole tense, I-so-need-to-meet-a-deadline-in-5-minutes working atmosphere that I'm getting very much akin to. Haha. I like. I like a lot a lot.

When it rains, it floods.

Yes, it floods pretty bad.

I love it though. The way killer raindrops burst into a zillion smaller droplets on the glass panes that extend from floor to ceiling, just 4 feet away from me. The way the wind nudges the glass that's all around me into eerie howls that come and go. The way the lights above me glow warmly while the rain furiously attacks the building I'm cosily seated in with a pashmina around my shoulders. I love it when it rains. Except, of course, for terribly rainy days when I have to play heroine and save my car from the rising, murky flood waters. Heh.

After the rain.




A calm has settled.

Sure, the place looks like it got hit by a hurricane but the atmosphere is undeniably lovely after the rain. The smell of fresh air. The way the water on the ground no longer ripples. The way the cool breeze starts to fan the dunno-what-tree leaves once again. Sigh. I love it.

Life's like that as well, isn't it?

The good and the bad stuff comes in seasons. When the weather's fine, the sun shines, the birds chirp, and the stars twinkle at night. Life welcomes Summer with open arms and hopes that the season never passes. But it always does.


The clouds roll in and before you know it, the sun's no longer in sight. The wind gets stronger and the breeze a little colder than it was before. Autumn hits Life with a good chill before ushering in tougher times in days to come.


The occasional stormy day is unavoidable, isn't it? That's when the wind howls, the window panes shiver and the lights go off when the fuse trips. All seems dark and dreary, every thing's wet and drenched through... unless we're protected from the storm by One far greater than ourselves. Winter is hard to bear but when it comes, you better be at the right place, in the hands of the right One, or that winter will be a cold, hard, lonely one. If you've got that part down pat, hang in there. It'll all be over before you know it.


Soon, Spring makes an appearance. The grass grows, the flowers flower, the wild rabbits scamper through the woods, and the sun peeks out behind the clouds with a shy smile. Soon enough, it's as green as it ever was again.


I guess Life's such. It's not that it plays games with us and sees which one of us breaks down before the other. Instead, Life, herself, is subject to the games Season plays. But He who made the seasons is the One who's the Biggest Boss at the table, right? So, the bottom line is this: know Who to speak to when the wind starts blowing a little harder than you're used to and all will be well.

Talk to Him. He listens. He always listens.

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Oh, by the way. Just so you know,
this picture is one of the 8th floor.
Yes, the EIGHTH floor. KL so rocks.

Uh,... I mean floods. =p