Night after the Rainfall

It was just like any other night, the insect buzzing, the mossy grass glow in the dark ,after a heavy rainfall, made them looked like little diamonds in the night,

I sat down here, writing no doubt as the cool air breeze blew towards me, occasionally I stare up to find my Rottweiler sniffing around the garden pots or barking at passersby. With my Walkman Sony Ericsson W700i playing ‘Lion King 2 : He Lives in You’ , this is when I finally find peace after a continuation of tuitions for four days.

The rain just subsided not long ago and I can still hear the dripping drops of water from my neighbor’s verandah, along with it making pleasant natural melody. My parents were not at home yet, my mum went out with both my aunt and grandma around an hour ago and my dad would be possibly in his office rushing away his latest project. My sister would probably be sitting in the T.V. room browsing through the range of television programme that will be broadcasting throughout the night. My maid, however, would be snoozing in her bedroom now.

I sat here, in the quiet surrounding of my house. I never did appreciate the coolness of the aftermath of the rain atmosphere as I usually stuck myself in my study room, reading, no doubt. I felt one with the environment, I am not being poetic or anything but this is the very first time I sat outside of my house doing my revision.

‘ Ring…Ring…Ring…’

My mum just called. She asked me to join them for dinner at the Seafood Restaurant, about 5 minutes walk from my house. I rejected. Here in the city, you do not really have the time to relax even though you are only a student in secondary. I used to live in a little town, called Happy Garden. No not that Happy Garden in Overseas Union Garden, but in Klang.

During those days I will be playing or just chit chattering away with my next door playmate, no doubt planning our next adventurous venture into the unknown areas of our neighborhood. The number 155 terrace house was shabby but it was warm and cozy, what is more, it was my childhood crib. Back in the good old days when what is happening next door would be part of your business too ,was no longer here in the city. Here in the city, what you have is only your family and your own possessions.

Dull.

It is half past nine now. I usually felt dizzy and no doubt, sleepy around this time. Somehow I never felt this calm and serene, that’s what makes me fully awake. I found a place, a place that will enables me to feel the warmth of the once shabby terrace house of mine. Feeling away from all the troubles, the hectic city life and the overloading homework.

This is the time when I like to sit somewhere comfortable and starts to write a personal monolog. It helped me to release my tensions and stress of the busy city life…