the title doesn't match the story, for real.
just to let me being in an imagination of childish memory.
as all know, today is friday. and i went to friday prayer as usual. walking. driving is so not recommended during this peak hour. at 1.30, i heard some noise, even louder than the rotating blades of the fans, ouh, it's raining.
after i finishedd the friday prayer, the rain was still pouring heavily. i didn't really care about the pouring rains and i let myself wet in that noon. firstly, i still walked slowly, getting faster a little bit and slow again. but, i watched people ran so fast all around me. and i could see the rain dropped on me from the back. and sometimes i felt i was surrounded by something that covered me. i didnt feel the smashes of the pouring rains.
then, i made my move faster and ran. wooh. main hujan. and safely arrived at my home sweet home.