Rain
I love waking up to a rainy day. Lying in bed, listening to the rain and knowing I don't have to go to school or do anything that day... it's the best feeling in the world.
I love the rain, especially when I don't have to go out. I can lounge around doing nothing. If I do that on fine days, I'll think that I'm being lazy and wasting time. But on rainy days, I feel like I have the right to be lazy. I have the right to be a couch potato and don't have to feel bad about it.
It's always fun when it rains as long as it's not raining on me. In winter, it's great to be warm and comfortable inside the house, while a drizzle makes the outside all grey, cold and wet. And there's nothing better than the cool smell of rain on a hot, sultry summer day. When the rain stops, everything will be sparkling in the sun, fresh, green and full of sap. Sometimes you can even see a rainbow. It's a beautiful sight.
I love the sound of the rain too. My house has a mezzanine where we keep the washing machine and hang clothes to dry. The house roof is tiled, but this mezzanine is covered with an aluminum roof, so it can get very noisy when the rain drums on it. My window is right next to this, and I'm the one who has to take all the noise in. But it doesn't annoy me. In fact, I even enjoy it. I'm always the first to know when the rain starts, no matter how small it is. At night, the pitter-pat-patter of the rain on the roof is like a lullaby to me – it helps me sleep better.
I come from a city where it rains a lot. We've got about 70 inches of rain per year. It rains in springs and summers, sometimes in falls and winters too. My house has a very large garden and since it rains so much, we depend almost entirely on the rain for watering. But it hasn't been raining a lot lately. It must have something to do with the ozone layer or that kind of thing, I don't know. Each year the weather gets dryer and hotter. Sometimes it doesn't rain for a month or two, and our plants start dying. When that happens, my dad will have to spend a weekend afternoon hosing the garden. It's a hard task, because the garden surrounds our house. And the weird thing is that if my dad hoses the garden in the afternoon, it will rain that night or the next morning. The water he has pour on the plants becomes useless. He always ends up saying in frustration, "Damn, why couldn't I have waited for just another six hours?" But if he doesn't hose the garden, the stubborn rain just refuses to come. It's as though it has been waiting to turn my dad's hard work into nothing.
Now I'm here in LA, where there're only 6 inches of rain per year, or so I've read. Everyday I wake up to blue skies and sunshine. I don't have a garden to tend to, so you may say it's a good thing. Yeah, I guess it is good in a way. I don't have to get an umbrella. I can go out whenever I want without fearing of a sudden downpour. But I miss the rain. The rainy season is here and I don't remember how many times it has rained. Maybe twice, or three times. I don't remember. But I remembered being very happy one morning when I woke up to the sound of the rain. I was lying in bed, listening to the rain and feeling like I was home... it was the best emotion of all.
Written by Le Minh Đuc A3 01-04
Edited by Chu Van Huong A1 98-01
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