Rainy Day Reflections

After dropping off my friend at the airport, it started to rain lightly. As I approached home, the rain stopped just as I arrived. Passing by a place Id never been before, I ordered a flight-based beer inside and got an outdoor drink cart serviced with pig ribs and grilled vegetables. The outdoor area was very spacious; in front of me were tracks, and outside those were a river that you couldnt see but could sense the air moving from all directions. Even though it wasnt blowing hard, one could feel the wind coming from every side, passing over grass on the far bank before touching your face. The cool mist and fresh grass scent surrounded you, while vast gray clouds loomed overhead with bustling crowds and music inside the building behind you. But in my imagination, I kept walking forward until reaching the waters edge where all noise seemed to vanish, blowing me away into this vastness of loneliness and freedom that came from the very horizon.

After finishing the ribeye, I drank my last drink. My body started to warm up. Then it rained light rain again, the sky was still bright with trees in sight through the rain. Raindrops hitting my body felt like ice needles. Kids ran through the rain playing, parents stayed behind drinking and chatting. The sound of rain and the joy of people didnt interfere with each other; instead, they seemed to protect each other. This bar was like a haven under the rain.

Maybe I was slightly drunk in the rain, every time the wind came, my skin would crawl with goose bumps, making me want to cryI dont know where I was born because it rained before and after all day long when I was bornthe rain didnt come down or go away. Maybe some rain spirit called my name to take me back to my place. I didnt know why I was here; I wasnt supposed to be here, but I kept on feeling something unfair in my heart. I really wanted to lie on the ground and look up at the low gray clouds. Then I went to a nearby riverside park which was very narrow with one after another along the river, lined with birch trees. On an open area of the birch tree that offered a view across the river via iron tracks, there was a bench stretching far away for over a minute when the train passed by. I couldnt describe how I felt vast and open riverside with the greenery refusing to be captured. It had its own domain where everyone who entered could feel the inner silence. They werent outside the city but in the middle of it, not built by humans but inhabited by us. We were just a small part of the city living here, and the quiet was around me on all sides. I used to be so closed off from the world! After walking through several parks along the river under this weather, my walk felt very pleasant; I didnt get sweaty because once you sweat, the breeze would dry it immediately. My skin was always cool and fresh until I got a bit hungry before heading back.