Let The Rain Fall

its raining now. and very heavily at that. The lightning flashes across the sky and blinds me whenever i try in vain to catch sight of it. it sorta reminds of those wet nights in new zealand, when i'd be sitting in my car on my way home after a nice dinner. we always went out for dinner on friday nights--it was kinda like an end of week ritual. it was nice to walk along the streets, with only a few shops still alight. you could feel the cold wind and the dry and crisp night air. people smiled at you when they passed, and your breath clouded before your face. the huge clock on the university clock tower could always be counted on to sound, steady, ancient noise booming across the town.
and then there was the cold rain, and the great knowing you were safe in your house while it was disaster outside. and you knew your next day of life would be better than the last, and that the happiness would never end. at leats it seemed so.....

i haven't thought much about new zealand much, and not for a long time. but i can remember every little detail, like the way the rain fell on my window, and the old bookstore at the corner of George Street, and even the small but cosy school library....i could even see my house, with its little garden and potato patch. and i could see my school, with its low wood fence and low-hanging trees. i can see those neat words on the board,in elegant cursive. i can hear my teacher's voice, reading from the first harry potter book....
was it so long ago?

i wonder....

i have not seen a single winter in 4 years. i have not seen my breath cloud, nor the frost on my car, nor that special kind of rain that is dear to only one place in the world.
i'm sidetracking again, but i wish i was still living that life, where i knew tomorrow was a brighter day and not a darker hell.