it was in a raining season during Hari Raya when i was having a 2-hour tuition in the evening. the sky had turned into an unfriendly gray - an obvious sign of a rain. at 1st, it was only a drizzle but it soon developed into a big rain. soon, a thunderous lightning announced the beginning of a great rain... T_T
6.40pm, i was going home on my motorcycle. i seized the chance to depart from the tuition centre when the rain took a small pause. little did i knew that it was only a prelude to a horrible nightmare (i wished i drove a car instead but i can't drive!! T_T)and i have been a motorcyclist for slightly more than a year so i can tell you 1 thing: motorcycles aren't made for rains. a minute after departure, the downpour resumed, bigger this time. droplets of cold water, which were as BIG as soy beans, hit me like pea-shooters (i meant to say Gatling guns but u'll accuse me for exaggerating). the chilly wind that i used to love didn't help either. it all but made me tremble from top to toe. plus, none of my clothes were spared from the rain and this further lowered my already-low body temperature. u know the cold wind on the top of genting highlands? imagine 10 times its speed for half an hour.
seconds after seconds, metres after metres i endured until a red traffic light brought me to a halt. a sudden gush of warmth engulfed me as i was spared from the icy wind for a while. it was still very cold in the rain but a slight change in temperature meant a lot to me that time. but the warmth lasted only a couple of seconds as a red Proton Wira raced in front of me and sent a puddle of water splashing at my direction. i tried to dodge it but there wasn't any where to dodge to especially when you're on 2 wheels. the jet of water almost blasted me of my bike before i replied with a huge waves of curses to that damned driver who gave me that dirty smile.
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Cursing didn't help drying my clothes but at least i released some fury in my heart that accumulated since the rain restarted. jeez, cursing was fun!
soon, i was moving again but this time, i had to choose between driving fast or slow. driving fast would mean:
- an increased risk of accident,
- colder wind and
- a higher rate of Gatling-gun-like (i mean pea shooters) raindrops
- but promises a much shorter traveling time
driving slow was the exact opposite. just remember to change between red and green.
the middle choice obviously isn't a choice because that would combine the worse part of both sides and taking none of the advantages of either side. all things considered, i went for the 1st one but changed quickly to the 2nd when i saw another motorcycle missing a charging lorry by a fraction of a second at the opposite road. (this made me think of the poem "death at the opposite house", i mean "road")
just when i thought things can't get worse, a lightning flashed again and doubled the aggressiveness of the great downpour. (T_T) the wind, which felt more like a blizzard now except without snowflakes, sent the freaking cold down my spine and made me tremble harder than ever. my teeth knocked against each other about 50Hz as my skeletal muscles desperately tried to generate heat out of the quick movements...blah...blah....blah.... Waves and waves of rain water made me wet inside out and made me cursed the rain god for letting the rain fall here instead of that African country (refer to the short story "looking for the rain god"). he journey seemed to be endless.
the last corner seemed to extend about a hundred times longer after what felt like hours (actual time=30min). every part of my body was shaking except for my fingers which were numb! 30 metres away, i saw my home sweeeeeeet home which never looked so welcoming. it was so close but so far, so far away......
and just when i was gonna break down, i saw my mother holding that incredibly large and ridiculously ugly umbrella waiting warily in front of the house gate. i saw her gaze met mine and she smiled in relieve and waved at me. i told myself, "I'm the luckiest person ever."
