Cold And Wet Night

It was raining like cats and dogs last night. The rain was pouring acompany by constant lighting and thunder. I never like lighting, it scare me ever since I was a child. Whenever there was a thunder storm, I will be wide awake under my blanket waiting for it to stop.

It was one of those nights yesterday. It started pouring late afternoon and became heavier by the time I finished work. Along the ride to the train station, I witnessed a few scary lightings from the window. From a distance, it looks as if the lightings touched the ground. Long, bright, lightings from the tip of the sky to the ground. My imagination started to go wild. Stop it.

When I reached the station, the rain started to died down. Wind took over. It was rather cold waiting at the station to go to the city. Some commuters were already half wet by the time they reached the station. I guess the wind will be panetrating into their bones. It seems ages when the train finally arrived to pick us up. Unfortunately, it was no different inside the train. The centralised air conditioning was extra cold that evening. Luckily there was a woman sitting next to me so I didn't feel so cold. I dosed off for a while. The sound of rain gushing down faded away inside the train. I feel safe.

I woke up in time when we reached the city. Got off the train to take another train to go home. I noticed there were quite a lot of people going about their ways. Maybe it was the rain. Many are trying to rush home in time to break fast. In this kind of weather, taxi was no where to be found and the queue was long. Well, there goes my thought of taking a taxi home. I boarded the train and it was quite pack than usual. I would have thought most of the commuters were already safe and warm at home waiting for the time to break fast. It has be the rain.

When I reached my stop, the downpour was already heavier. There were a few people waiting at the station entrance and bus stop. Some waiting for a ride home, some waiting for the rain to stop. I made a fast dash to the bus stop under the heavy fall. I was wet. It was getting darker and colder. There were 3 women waiting besides me. All of us were hoping a taxi would came by soon. Very unlikely though. Breaking fast was only a few minutes away and I'm sure the cabbies were ready with the food and drink for the day.

As I have expected, half an hour past by without a single taxi in sight. The rain had made me wet from head to toe. Then I saw people at the station entrance were all sitting and eating. A day of fasting has come to an end. There were a few chaps across the street looking out from their glass panels. I guess there was nothing much to do in a cold, wet night but looking out and watch the world goes by. I was getting cold and hungry. Suddenly I saw a light on top of a vehicle. It's a taxi, finally. Feeling happy I waved at the taxi. As I was about to get in when suddenly, out of no where a guy ran past me and dashed into the taxi. To my dismay, the driver didn't even ask the guy to get out. "It was my turn". No point getting into an uncivilised taxi...

So I waited for another 15 minutes or more before I saw another taxi drove by. I waved at it and got into it. Finally I am on my way home.