i have always loved rainy days. when i was a little kid, i remember there was this really huge storm that turned the whole sky grey; i couldn't even see the trees in front of my house. but in the deep grey outdoors, there was this silhouette of a lone big tree. the picture was so beautiful. so sad, poignant yet of an unspoken beauty. Loneliness. creeping all over the tree. Solitude. somewhat a reflection of life. more often than not, we are with and by ourselves, we have to learn and stand up against the storm. in the end, its only you.
the tree survived that torrential downpour. but i saw no rainbow. the sky however, cleared up. rainbow doesn't always appear after a storm, but the storm always clears up eventually. even now, watching the raindrops fall from the sky still evokes many feelings. 伤感, because grey is a sad colour. lifeless. i have this romanticised notion of rain, standing by the big window watching the rain fall drop by drop, in the warm embrace of the one i love, listening to the slow and gentle music, saying "i love you" with the soul of my eyes. Silent.
30/01/02