Summer's Rain
A green leaf has been snatched from its twig by a gentle breeze...
It catches the current like a paratrooper, and then lands on my forehead after a few surfs in the air. The summer's sunlight shines through the canopy of the old oak, gently touches my cheeks. While the land lord of the old oak enthusiastically climbs down from the trunk to greet me; hugging his long brown tail, and squeaking me welcome politely. As usual, part of the trade, the deal is to treat him with some berries from the market in consideration of a peaceful noon under the shade...well, I recalled the first time he attacked me with pine cones after I had invaded his teritory without any berries.
Like most of my lazy saturdays during summer, I enjoy laying comfortably on the grassy matress under the oak tree, which rooted over a slope in my Eden. It's a beautiful potrait, where wide greenish grassfield attachs to the clear bluish sky that once in a while decorated with couples of whitish clouds. This is my wonderland. This is my home, Emzeeshire, a countryside which is hundred miles away from the city. Yeah, the big city, Elmunzairo, the capital of Ivanish Cost-a great "forest" that made of concretes and steels. An urban myth that I dreamt to live in.
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But today...
Unlike most of other sunny Saturdays, I notice a cumulonimbus cloud storming from the east, forecasting a torrential rain. Ahhh yes... you must be wondering why am I so keen to move from a dreamland to another. I myself also continuously questioning my soul and thought. May be out of curiosity? I doubt. Because I've been there once before...
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...Four years back, when I was still 9. I was brought to the big city by my stepfather to attend a wedding of his friend-Uncle Ronny. On my journey, everything, everyone, every scene amused me at almost every moment. The tiny me was surrounded by gigantic buildings, on and off drowned in the rushing crowd. We climbed up those skyscrapers which were many times taller than the old oak I used to climb; but it only took us seconds to reach to the roofstop after pressing the highest number-66 button which i couldn't reach at all in the lift. At the top, I was like inches away from GOD. The next moment when I almost finished my prayers, a huge metal bird glided over my head and astonished me with its loud whirring sound; and my prayers could only ended with the word "awesome".
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People who live in the city are filthy rich. They all live in big house, drive a big car, dine in luxurious restaurant, exactly what's uncle Ronny did. They get to eat turkey while it's still months away to Thanksgiving or Christmas. They could just carry bags of goodies out of the mall by only swiping a gold card. Meanwhile, most of the ladies in wedding wore the shiniest ever jewelleries while my mum can only get to wear her fake pearl neckles onces there's any celebration in Emzeeshire. The life in the city is so much different from the one I'm experiencing here. With ambicious in mind, I told myself... if there's any golden opportunity to strike on my head, I will grap it tight to become another rich and famous here...definitely...
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I sweep off the leaf. But more are falling onto me when the wind turned wild. The little creature, after squeaking me farewell sincerely, he then quickly climed up to the trunk, back to his sweet home after he had taken his rental. He seems to have noticed the on coming storm as well. As predicted, within minutes, the dark grey cloud has encroached half of the blue sky, putting half of the land in shade, and the sunlight can no longer reaches my cheek. Sigh, it seems to have known that I have just received an offer letter from Kemayen, one of the high school in Elmunzairo, and I'll be leaving Emzeeshire the next dawn. The reason for being in such a rush, I was informed to settle down there before the new intake starts during the automn. Well...knowing that I'm going to leave soon, the nature here chooses to hug me in a different way . Trying to hold me for a second thought. To ask me to stay for another while. Hoping me to carry as much as possible along during my miss.
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Early in the morning, my mum packed my bagpack with my favourite cheese biscuits and nagged me to well behave in school. I know she love me so much but it still took me a hard time to tell her that I love her too. I guess that was the first time I was enjoying her nag since, I awared that it's going to take some times to listen to the next one. Before my leave, I have also bidden farewell to most of my buddies from childhood. During the morning tea session, my best buddy, David asked a favour from me, he wish that I could obtain an autograph of Jessica Elba for him if ever, I have the chance to meet the superstar. I promised him. We then hug one another goodbye.
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After a thunder... Emzeeshire bursts into tears... and so do I. There's alot of things between us. A lot of wonderful moments shared together here. A lot and a lot more that's so precious...
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The rain turns heavy, but I insist to stay for a little longer. I appreciate every seconds laying here. I want to take as much as possible from Emzeeshire to my new home. Especially this very special...Summer's rain.
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Dedicated to Te_quiero.
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posted by MZ at 11:48 AM
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