Plurk paste

I love the rain..it brings me back to my childhood years..we would pick some leaves and let them race in the small clean canals in our lot..we'd run around drenched and pretend to seek shelter under the banana shrubs..if our mother won't let us do these, i'd simply open our door and watch the gumamela flowers bathe..the rain washes away the dust and dirt in the grasses, stones and trees too..after the pour, its like a new world comes to life, brighter color, cleaner air, lighter feeling..im happy i had a wonderful childhood. I have something to cherish to..something that would remain in my heart..something that never fails to make me smile.