Frozen
Tuesday, June 7th, 2011
Tap tap tap goes the rain raps my window. Strong winds rattling the window frames and icy wind seeps through the old wooden cracks and numbs my fingers.
I looked at the weather report and it tells me that it is 5.7 degrees Celsius now. However, it also mentions that it feels like -4.9 degrees Celsius. Wind speed is around 46km/h with gusts travelling at 61km/h. Hail is also predicted.
I put on more clothing and I’m still shivering and struggling to type with numb fingers. My rapidly cooling cup of honey is doing little to keep me warm.
The rain is now hammering my window and I can feel more wind blowing through the rotten old wooden window frames. I curse at the weather half-heartedly as I still prefer the cold over the hot weather, after all there is only so much you can take off.
I can’t curse the rain with a vengeance too as I love listening to the rain when I’m indoors and dry. It has a strange calming effect on me. Helps me to relax, think and reflect. Its soothing and it takes me back to days gone by when I traced the droplets down the window with my finger, or blew my breath on the pane to draw a smiley face (which i still do).
Sometimes, it even gives me some sense of security, wrapped in a thick blanket, like a cocoon being sheltered from the world. The rain washing away the problems of today and the worries of tomorrow, if only just for a brief moment. I listened intently on the rain, hoping it will whisper me its secrets. All I heard was the fickle minded rain that drizzle for a few minutes and pours heavily the next. Playing in the background softly is Cocoon by Jack Johnson. I forgot how much I loved Jack Johnson’s songs. The simple acoustic guitar rhythm and mellow deep lyrics is just what I need now.
Midnight is slowly but surely creeping up on me. I know I should sleep early and get more rest, but I find it hard to sleep these days. Perhaps with the sweet sound of the rain singing a lullaby to me, tucked into a warm blanket, with my loving wife next to me, I might just be able to sleep well.
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