Its been so long I last saw it rained in the middle of the night. I was awaken by the familar sound, the coldness embraces me and I realised I have kicked off my blanket. I woke up, making my way in the darkness to close the windows.
The heavy downpour was such a stunning sight. The splattering rain fell freely and the strong cold wind blew. The droplets entering through that small opening gap and fell on my face, the lonely expressway and the misty candlelights shining from the lamp posts which lit up the whole route from one end to another. The occassionaly roars from the thunder and glittering lightings from a distance away. The joy of the zillions dancing rain you can hear them when they landed on the lanes and on window panes.
I wish I can stay awake and sit in the living room sofa to watch the performance. But I went back to lie on my bed, tugging safely in the blanket for some warmth and closed my eyes. The rain sang me a lalluby. It became softer and softer and softer and I finally went back to my dreamland.
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