And yup, without realising it I've plunged straight down the calendar boxes and arrived at November. Wow. Time really flies if it wants to. At least, on a slightly personal level, November always holds a few promises for me. It's my birthday month, my Junior Soldier month, my Clean and Green month. It's quite near to the end of the year, so it's a time for reflection too. Something along those lines hahaha. And November has been associated with rain since time immemorial, and I kinda like rainy days because it's not-so-gloomy and perfect-for-sleeping.
So this blog entry shall be about rain, and the November rain. Nope it's got nothing to do with Guns & Roses. It's been only a week half into November, and already I've been caught out in the rain four times so far. All four times, I was stranded somewhere and I've got to go somewhere else, so I had to run out to be soaked. It's not a very nice feeling. Given a choice I would rather stay in bed and snuggle up in my blankets, or I'll make coffee and read a book. Or if I'm stupid enough, I'll go to some super duper air-con place and freeze myself.
But nothing will beat the freakish thunderstorm in October for this year. Was in camp at that time, and we were supposed to have training, but it escalated into some tornado (okay I'm exaggerating) and poured like crap, and we got drenched thoroughly even under shelter, and on the long way back in the 5-tonner truck the rain splattered in everywhere and no one had a dry spot on their shirts. Later on, I realised that the thunderstorm uprooted a tree and another got struck by lightning, not to mention a whole lot of other carnage.
Yet, still, for sheer ultimate helplessness and my most drenched and wettest ever rain experience, it has to be litter-picking at MacRitchie reservoir when I was still in secondary school. We were in groups and we had to comb several trails for litter in the bushes, along the boardwalk, stuff like that. Halfway through it poured like nuts, complete with lightning and howling winds. And the nearest shelter was a million miles away cos we were on one of the more obscure trails. So the decision was to keep going in the rain till we reach shelter. Okay I think there were four or five people in my group, and we had a small umbrella, but it wasn't any use at all. The stupidest, or most commendable, thing was that we continued picking litter for almost an hour in stupendously heavy rain! Until we reached shelter, when the rain decided to stop too. Utterly drenched to my underwear, and my fingers turned soggy pink, and the wind blew across the water and BRRRRR.
That said, I think umbrellas and rain coats are kinda pointless for me. That's because when I'm caught in the rain, I don't like getting my feet wet! Umbrellas only keep your head dry. Rain coats mostly end slightly beyond the waist and that's about it. Your upper body will stay dry. What use is that if you have soggy waterlogged shoes! Blah. The Japanese invented tiny umbrellas for shoes hahahahahaha I should get those.
Ohh. I saw a rainbow today! Two, in fact. The first one was gigantic and bold. The second one was more faint and less distinct. Awesome! That's one thing good about before or after rain; you might get glimpses of rainbows.
Maybe I'll write a poem about November and rain. It's so not original. But let's just try. Meanwhile, I look forward to more rainy escapades which, I suppose, is kinda inevitable for the month of November and December.