At around three something this afternoon, the sky suddenly swift from a cloudy day to gloomy and dark within minutes. Rain started to pour. It was moderate in the beginning and I could see families trying to cross the bustling and busy road of Kuala Lumpur. Maybe they were trying to get back to their hotels or getting inside a nearby building. Cars started to jammed up along the Bukit Bintang Road and queueing tail to tail trying to get out the infamous jam area before the rain became heavier.
I saw a traffic policeman at the junction of Bukit Bintang and Sultan Ismail navigating the traffic flow as best as he could. Bikers didn't seem to care less of the traffic police. Most of them just squeezed through the long queue and maneuver themselves out of the bustling road. Occasionally I could heard the irritating hon-hon from impatience drivers. Everyone predicts that the pour was going to be heavy very soon. Sky was getting darker with the heavy clouds moving fast.
I just finished my errant for the day and was waiting for a taxi to go home. I, too hope to reach home before mother nature spitted out thunder storm. The anger felt after hearing Homo sapiens complainting of hot, humid and hazy weather for the last few days. There goes my wishful thinking. The down pour was getting heavier and lighting started. A few minutes later it followed by a loud thunder. I dreaded thunder storm, ever since I was a child I am always afraid of it. When I see lightings, I would hid under my sheets. If there was thunder storm at night, I would woke up felling scared. I would stayed awake under my sheet until it stopped. Even though I'm all grown up now, I am still afraid of thunder storm. So when I see lightings, my body language would tell I'm uncomfortable.
Water started to rised up after 15 minutes of heavy storm. The queue was getting longer. A few times, there were people trying to cut queue. Twice from 2 tourist familes and a young local couple. The first tourist family got away with it because some taxi drivers target middle east tourist thinking they would get big tips. The second tourist family wasn't so lucky. They were told off by a young girl who asked them politely to follow the queue. The same girl told the young couple to queue up too. Kudoos to her! I wish more Malaysian are like her; who knows her rights and bold.
It looks like the storm is not going to end soon. In fact, it was getting heavier. It's going to be a massive jam later when office workers clocked out. There was a guy in front of me and I noticed that he has some difficulty trying to get a taxi who is willing to send him to his destination. I listened carefully and found out he was going my way. Since it is difficult to get a taxi in this condition, I asked him if he was going to xxx Road. He replied yes. Without hesitating, I asked if he wanted to share the taxi as he was going my way and he agreed. After 2 more taxi turn down his destination, the third one agreed. He opened the door for me, I thought it was very polite of him. Trust me, men hardly open door for me. Period. I once asked my male friend and he said because of my strong personality. What a load of bs!
Indeed the road was jamming up every where. I could hardly see the road in front of me due to the heavy pour. I wonder how the taxi driver drove in such weather. At least he was caution and drive slow. When we reached a tunnel, I noticed a few men on bikes were waiting for the rain to ease. I was a old chinaman concentrating lighting his cigarette. He needs a fix on a windy and wet weather. There was a guy squatting. Waiting for the rain to stop. His mind was somewhere else. Then, there were two men chatting. After that, I saw another man looking afar. I think he was hoping the rain to slow down as soon as possible so that he could go home to his wife and children.
After our taxi driver cleverly maneuver his way through the jam, we finally reach my apartment. Luckily the gate was open and the taxi drove into the shades. Again the nice gentleman open the door for me. When I wanted my share of fare, he refuse to accept it. Even though I insist, he still refused to accept my payment. I thought that was really nice of him. After that I found out he was one of my neighbours living on the same floor. I thanked him for his kindness.
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