Dear God, thank you for rainy days.
On rainy days when I was little, mum will always be around in the work room with cross stitches laid across the huge desk working her way through as she checks on us from time to time. I felt safe with her in sight as I played with my older sister.
During rainy nights, dad will always sit by me on our double decked beds telling us stories and folklores to put us to sleep. I knew that dad is the best storyteller in the world that I’ve ever known. Hearing his voice before bed is most comforting.
Nowadays when it rains, I stayed at home alone. I feel the safest in a place where mum and dad had provided me and my siblings with.
I’ve not thank God enough for the parents He gave me all this time. I will thank God everyday for the both of them from now when it is still not too late.
