The sloshing of the raindrops on the big glass window beside me and the roaring thunder scared me a bit. The rain is one of God's beautiful gifts and I used to love the rain (not that I hate the rain now, I just feel sad), the cold breeze, the frogs' loud shrieks. I used to play barefoot in the rain. I miss home. I badly miss home.I miss sleeping 6 in the evening while hiding under the covers beside Grandma.I miss the feeling of terror when you feel like the lightning is going to hit the mirror. I miss all the simple joys in life.
I am pretty sure Destin heard the thunder too and I am sure he heard the hie beating of my heart. Nak, Don't worry, you might think Mommy is scared but I am going to fight for you and I am going to topple down any kinds of obstacles for you and for me, for us.
I love James Morrison's song "Please don't stop the rain," but I would have to stop singing it for now. Just stop the rain, stop the rain. Rain rain go away.
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