The Harsh Downpour of Rain

Tired from a night’s work. Asleep with pillow on my ears.

Few moments, I felt someone has closed the windows of my room. It was to keep out the rain to shower on me. After that, I can hardly go back to sleep anymore. The heavy downpour of rain onto the roof makes me sick. It seemed to destroy the roofing of our house. Because of the news around the globe that heavy rains will flood a certain place, I became weak. I peeked out from the window and saw a heart-throbbing scene. I am really worried.


…watching the water level of the lake…

Upon seeing my kids very soundly sleeping, I have drawn my strength from them. My husband was at work and as a mom, I should be prepared and strong for whatever may happen. I prayed. Prayed a lot while carrying my baby girl. Her cries filled the house, which I am grateful for I can no longer hear the sound of the harsh rain. The sound of chat notification makes me even stronger when it was my husband’s message.

The heavy downpour stopped but the rain still never ceases to fall. I just looked at the adjacent lake from the window time after time. I wish for the rain to come to an end. Indeed, it is a blessing after the summer heat but too much of it is not good.


my children, nicknamed “sky” and “raine

“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down.

Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.”

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