Oh, Rainy Day!

Many things can happen on a rainy day:

You can put on your hoodie, and crouch like a grizzly bear, walking with a slightly forward-leaning gait to shun the downpour.

You can switch off the air-con, open the tear-streaked windows, and use a petri pish to collect fresh rain water.

You can wear a pair of water-proof sandals, walk in the rain, splash the ripples with your feet and roll your unbrella like a mushroom's lid.

You can jump onto the first bus to come, wherever it goes, seek a place near a window and spell out on it the name of the person that you miss.

You can gaze out of the window at a crossroad, watching how people with raincoats loitering with aplomb, people without as wet as a drenched mop.

You can wave at an automobile that passes, if you think someone you know is sitting inside.

You can observe how the neon lights shine in the rain, light being reflected and refracted countless times.

You can sympathise with the vendor selling baked potato on the street, the gleam of the coal dimming with time.

You can covet at a supermarket, where lots of people seek refuge in, where there are trails of dirty footprints on the "welcome" carpet.

You can give a cursory look at a teenage couple, hiding in a telephone booth to shield the rain, and getting closer and closer "as a result".

You can text a message on the phone, reminding your mother to take in the outdoor shoe rank or the bamboo pole hanging outside the balcony.

You can prick you ears and hear a ten-year-old shouting, "Hey! Come down and play! Play water!"

You can gaze at the mini-television screen in the bus, wish to see your idol pop out in an advertisement.

You can rejoice in the diminishing sound of the rain: Finally I can get off the bus!

You can dash off the bus to the nearest Seven-Eleven or Marks and Spencers, browsing for a warm drink or a gag gift that might come into handy someday.

You can insert a coin and collect a trolley, then roam into a multi-storey supermarket.

You can gawk at a bag of wasabi flavoured green beans, and warn yourself never to buy it again before throwing it into your trolley.

You can queue in front of the cashier's counter absent-mindedly and suddenly realise that your CH3COOH partner is queuing behind you. So you do not look back.

You can take the same bus home, or a different one, and unfortunately overshoot your stop.

You can do many many more fabulous things on a rainy day.

Let's get going:)