We here in Malaysia have been blessed by the tropical weather where we have weeks of rainy seasons more than you can count in a year. While everybody was bemoaning this, I was reveling in it. I love rainy weather.
I love the sound of rain, I love the feel of rain and I love the scent of rain. I love to hear the sound the rain makes on tree leaves, and the sound it makes falling on the road outside...
I love all types of rain--from torrential downpours to fine misty drizzle,I have kept this fact to myself, because my friends look at me like I'm crazy when I mention it.We have had a one month of extreme sunshine and then luckily the past two days the skies turned gray, a gentle breeze began to blow and this afternoon the rain started.
I was quietly ecstatic.
Since I'm a very analytical person I have been thinking of why I love rainy weather so much.After thinking about it a great deal, I have come to this conclusion...I grew up in KL my whole life. The congested city has always been hot and sticky, especially if you have to walk around downtown area, you can just take a tissue and wipe off your face. You'll see oily black dirt on your tissue, so you'll know how polluted it is this city i called my home. So, when it rains in KL, which normally very heavy, that's why they called it banjir kilat, i feel so happy coz the rain washes away all de bad smoke from the city. Without rain there's no food, no water, no clean atmosphere.
When i went back to my Tok's house in Kedah, the house had a tin roof and a large front porch. When the weather was stormy I would go out on the front porch, which faced the east, take the settee and two matching chairs and turn them upside down with their bottoms facing the outside of the porch. I would then pull out two old quilts hand-made by my Tok using leftover fabrics (Melayu punye patchwork) and cover the chairs and settee with them. I would also take another old quilt and pillow and place them inside my "snuggy bug." I would crawl in there with my book or magazine.
I would lie in there with my back to the old logs and if I had made my nest close to the only window that was on the front porch, I could hear my mom and my Tok puttering around in the kitchen on the other side of the house.I would read my book or magazine and every so often lift the quilt up to peak out at the weather. It's hard to express the feeling of peace, safety, sanity and security that this made me feel.
Outside my little nest the weather could be raging, but I was in a nest in a safe place that had been built many many years ago with my back to those ancient logs...
So even these many years later when it rains or the skys turn gray, I feel peaceful.If I'm anxious or stressed, I close my eyes and remember..........
