rain rain go away...

i like the musky smell of rain, the smell of it when the initial droplets touch the warm tarred roads and cemented pathways. not exactly the most pleasant scent, but i just like the distinctive indication it carries, like a subtle announcement for rain.

dad is working on a new painting since 2 weeks ago. and as i watched him paint today, i couldn't help but to notice the deep wrinkles on his face and his sunken eyes. i didn't realise that he had aged so much.

"girl ah, nice or not?"
"nice la, nice la"

and he smiled.

i wish i can watch him paint like this all the time, for a long long time.
and i hope that one day, he will understand and accept my faith.