Living Waters
This is how I feel. Like I am drinking living waters each time I am at the Rock.
This is how I feel. Like I am drinking living waters each time I am at the Rock.
Just as the bus turned into Jurong East St 24 where my school is, the sky darkened. Looked like a scene from some alien movie. The wind was picking up speed. Litter was swirling in the distance before me. Skirts, hair, files, shirts were flapping in the wind. I was hugging a big paperbag of about 15-20 books, arms-abreaking, praying hard that the rain would be merciful and pour only after I was safely tucked in my cubicle. Just as I hoped against hope, the rain poured forth with a vengence. The rain smelt refreshing. I made an arrangement with my student to shelter us both with my umbrella. If it could indeed give us and my books both sufficient cover. By the time we reached school, i looked like I just stepped out of the showers. My student looked relatively dry. She had underestimated how much cover I actually needed. We had a good laugh. I was just glad my books were kept dry. If it wasn’t for the fact that I had to go to work I would have played in the rain. I did that once. It was awesome having the rain splatter onto your skin, feeling each cool drop break up into tiny droplets, dancing off your body!
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