“Rain, rain, go away,
come again another day.
All the world’s waiting for the sun.”
– Rain, Breaking Benjamin
The perfect end to a day of of non-stop studying is 10km on grass. But unfortunately the sky started to cloud up and decide to start its afternoon thunderstorm.
So I waited at the stadium. Patrick had finished his long run and left 10 minutes before Chun Meng arrived. We sat talking and hoping for the rain to let up. But it didn’t. In the end, there was nothing to do but change out and return home, to continue studying.
Generally speaking, I’m a person who likes quiet, who can appreciate the pattern of rain falling on a waterlogged track. But the stadium is too quiet, too empty. Underneath the threatening clouds, there isn’t anyone running. Are we the only crazy idiots who think running is an escape from an exam hall? Today, thanks to the rain, I realize how much has changed in 3 years: obsessed with C.A.P, FASS girls, purpose and in Year 1, and now in my final year, obsessed with people on the track, mileage and that great feeling when running.
Leave it to the rain to make sense of everything.