In Continuum.

Straight Rain

I remember a scene from Forrest Gump which never failed to amuse me.It's the scene when Forrest explains the different sorts of rain as he tracks through the terrains of Vietnam during the war.I cant seem to find the quotes over at imdb.com,but i briefly remember the scene anyway.I recall slanted rains,straight rains,big drops,small hairy drops,the ones that comes and goes in an instant,and the ones that seem to fall from the bottom up.The latter,of course,he was refering to the swamp water when it rains,as the droplets hit the surface and it bounces back up,and it looks like the rain is falling upwards.

Anyway,so i was reminded of that this afternoon as the rain clouds gathered.I was surfing the net then,and was busy reading some article when i heard the soft splatter of raindrops on my window sill.I rolled over on my chair and was just about to close the window when i realised that the rain were...well,straight.As my mother would call it.I just sat there for awhile,just admiring the gray world outside my window,as the estates around my house slowly disappeared and taken over by the hue.

I believe that a couple of posts before i mentioned the love for Indian women.Well,most of them anyway.Dont get me started on the inter-racial thing,because i dont see it as a problem really.Anyway,i shall now confess my love for the rain as well.I guess it is the excuse it gives you to not do anything at all,just laze around on your bed,with your blanket tucked all the way up to your chin,and as the rain splatter onto the window panes,you fall softly asleep to the rhythem of it.

I was sitting on the balcony reading Kazuo Ishiguro's "Never Let Me Go".I remember when i was in primary school i believe,or was it Secondary school.My mother placed one of those bamboo chairs on the balcony,just so my parents can have a good cup of coffee in the morning and watch the world light up to dawn.I remember sleeping there once,with my blanket and all,as the rain came down over the world.Yeah,i did crazy things like that,but that was quite an memorable memory for me i guess.

It came to me that i hadnt done something like that in the balcony.I recall calling my balcony one of the favourite hang outs.I dont know,but i guess in a way sitting on the balcony and thinking about things,gives you a sort of theraputic effect i guess.You dont need any reason to sit at the balcony,because you just want to do it.

And i wonder if the rain reminds you of me,like the way it reminds me of you.Or rather,it reminds me of you,being reminded of me.Does that even make sense at all?I always picture you in a church somehow,or some place quiet with a couple of your friends.Your friend,perhaps Rachel or something,taps you on the shoulder and tells you that it is raining.I wonder what goes through you mind right then,even now,as you look out into the streets.You probably dont think about me anymore,do you?Probably about how your pretty clothes will get drenched as you try to make your way home,or the fact that it's gonna be such a hassle to take a bus later on.Or maybe walk through the rain,like the time when you did so.I stil laugh about it,i really do.Not because of how ridiculous it sounded,but how i did the same thing before.

It still surprises me,how you remind me of me.But why dont we feel in any way,the same?Stop playing guessing games,i told myself.Just stop doing it.It's not going to get you anywhere,really.