Sunday. After Mass. We drove from Ang Mo Kio to Pasir Ris Park. For dinner. We chose a bar. By the sea. Flashes of lightning from afar. Watch out, it’s going to rain, said I. God is taking picture of us, Cynthia smiled. Food arrived, so was the rain. Dashed to a partial shelter, we continued our dinner. Thunderstorm! Tree weaving. Shaken by the howling wind. Rain pouring from the sky. Splashed onto our table, onto our food, onto our hair, onto my spectacles. We dined in near dark, marvelled at the force of the nature. We laughed, longing for that cup of hot chocolate, and a warm bath. For home sweet home, seemed so far.
God is taking care of you 2 because it’s only a storm whereas in other countries it’s worst. Home is not far. Those who had their home wrecked by floods, their home is FAR!
Alfred – True. Praise the Lord! We were freezing when we eventually dashed our way back to our car. Fortunately, we didn’t caught a cold.
Hope you both get that warm bath when you finally reached home.
Btw, nice piece of doodling! The rise of erm, Stickman?
Sing Chyun – I knew you would get it. I was actually hoping to see a comment from you here. Yes, I am tired of waiting. Stickgirl seems to have retired for good. Oh well, let’s see if I can keep improving, ha ha ha.
Yes, a very warm bath. We were quite soaking wet, in fact.
I’m glad I didn’t disappoint 🙂 The white-lines-on-black-background effect is very refreshing too.
Sing Chyun – Ha ha ha, you didn’t. I somehow got hooked into Stickgirl via you.
Since I prefer my website to have a white background, I thought the white-on-black doodles would work better. Thanks for the confirmation 🙂
Awww….so sweet 🙂
Heyzanie – Hehehe … in a soaking wet kind of way 🙂