Singapore, 5/3/20

The bus surged forward on the highway. Its wheels pressed against and glided on the wet, slippery asphalt, splashing more and more water into the air as they go.

I looked up to the grey sky as it was pouring, with thunder roaring.

Everything was drenched. Everything turned into a blur. Like my mind then.

The city that was once extravagant in my eyes was no more. For a moment, it became something much more down-to-earth, something that I didn't think it could be.

I'd always liked this city better when it rained.

Droplets rolled down one by one, tracing the length of the glass window. 1, then 2. Rapidly, then slowly, then broke away from their paths and blown away by the wind.

Alive.

The bus came to a halt as the light turned red. There was a figure standing at the crossroad, hiding behind the curtain of fog, under an umbrella, waiting.

I didn't always keep an eye out for these things, but I thought it was romantic.

Every little thing that was unnoticed made me fall even more in love, things that under a downpour became clearer than ever.

The sound of Ready to Run came up in my earphones.

"This time I'm ready to run,
Escape the city and follow the sun."

I was ready to run away while I could, so that I could be in the welcoming warmth and serenity of this moment forever. But the sun would come up eventually, and soon I would have to go back to my normal life.

So would this city.

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Thank you for the past 5 years.