I miss cuddling my little sister when she's sleeping while the rain is still pouring. I miss singing at the top of my lungs with my other sister while we suppose to prepare afternoon tea. The noise from our throat is normally drowned out by the loud sound of thunder, and that just mounts up our excitement. Often my mom would come and stop us, wondering what made us so happy when it rained cats and dogs outside. Just so you know, a day raining means a day off for rubber-tapping. No rubber-tapping means cutting down the source of income for most tappers.
I miss Polar Bear so much, too. He enjoys the sound of rain that lulls him to sleep. With my fingers in his palm, he dozes slowly to his dreamland. I miss seeing his serene face while he's asleep, feeling his breath on my hand, and listening to his heartbeat which somehow gives me a sense of security. I feel loved, needed, and it's impossible for thousand years to negate how much I feel about him.
Hopefully the sun comes shining later in the afternoon. I can't afford being melancholic the whole day.
-Miss B-
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