It rained, out of the blue.
We all thought it was going to be sunny all day; as the morning sun looked promising.
So we hung endless row of clothes, socks, underwear on pegs; dusted all the shoes, carpets.. whatever that is in need of a greeting sun.
And then it rained, and I was left alone to bring all of that in. By the end, I was soaked.
I thought,
Why must it rain? Why?
And then I thought again:
Why not?
So I ran into the heavy rain that was pounding on my skin and just stood there.
It's just water anyway.
I haven't played in the rain since I was a kid and have mucus hanging from my nose. This should be good.
And I stood there for God-knows how long; with eyes closed and letting the stinging coldness of possible acid rain simmer in to my flesh.
I loved it. Refreshing.
While the beat of millions by millions of raindrops stomping on surface entertain my ears, I recalled the overtly famous Malay proverb:
Kusangka panas hingga ke petang, rupanya hujan di tengahari.
Like life, things happen unexpectedly. Things happen unplanned. And like that Carly Rae Jepsen song "Call Me Maybe".. all I did was throw a wish in the well, and now you're in my way.