Raindrop [✅]

Part 1

I am sitting at my study desk, reading one of my textbooks –Global Studies− which its chapter is talking about Environment. I hover my pencil one centimeter above the sheets, and run them in linear motion lines by lines while reading. It stops dead in the middle of the page as several phrases really catch my attention. I drop my pencil and pick up a pink highlighter and color those phrases up.

Rising temperatures will intensify the Earth's water cycle. Increased evaporation will make more water available in the air for storms, but contribute to drying over some land areas. Areas located away from storm tracks are likely to experience less precipitation and increased risk of drought.

I put down the pink highlighter and pick up the blue one nearby. I let the blue color painted on the already pink sentences, which are "drying over some land areas" and "experience less precipitation and increased risk of drought", creating dark purple color. I reread those sentences again and again until it starts to irritate me. I close the book, and walk to the window expecting some sunlight. In contrast, I can only see the overcast sky with the wind blowing angrily. It is not even five minutes when the sky begins to cry, letting a torrential rain pouring down to moisten the Earth's surface.

Absentmindedly, I slide my window open and hold open my palm outside the window frame to feel the coldness of the raindrops. The cold breeze blows in pass my body making my wavy hair flutters with the rhythm of the wind. The rain splashes my face and my clothes making them wet, but I don't care. I just want to enjoy this moment and get lost in it. I am still not getting used to this kind of weather− watery, cold yet relaxing. Every time it rains, it is hard to deny the urge of getting myself completely soaked from head to toe. Many people get tired or even hate the rain, but I do not. I never, never, ever get tired from it because I somehow value the rain very much.

The reason why it is crucial to my life will be hilarious to many people, however, it will not be so if the people who listen to my story are those from Kompong Speu Province, which is located in the south-west part of Cambodia.

As to how my story goes, let me bring you back to my past..........