I always waiting for the raining season, The smell of soil and wet air were bit different, the sun hidden somewhere yet it was there. With blanket covered the body on afternoon, and coffee and biscuits near me. Looking through the window at Mama’ house, observing the same coconut tree and the same rusty fence which existed since i was kid.

Today… raining season is beautiful as always…with the quiet surrounding of my village, the droplets of rains sounds more melodious. Memories lay on the yard with the giggling, laughter, and crying of the past, between cousins and me. Raining season is somewhere memories floating before eyes, with the tick tick tick sound of the droplets on the fresh greenly leaves.