Journalist Mamalay - Golden Eagle

The grace of rain

A photo from four or five years ago would probably be faded or damaged by insects or insects by now, but the photo that has always been etched in my memory is still very clear and beautiful, as if it was taken right before my eyes.

I still remember the little boy's face that day clearly.

On the way home from school, I was caught in a heavy downpour. Before I could take shelter under the big tree, the raindrops that had splashed down on my face were still falling in clusters.

The raindrops that hung loosely on the tips of her hair were still lingering, wondering whether they would descend from the itchy ends to the more even forehead, and whether they would wake up or not.

After a moment, a strong wind blew and the raindrops that had been sprinkled with sand were carefully painted with powder, and after the powder was removed from the white uniform surface, the white exterior of the original skin was revealed, with a greenish tinge, a reddish tinge, and small veins and veins that were beautifully painted on it.

I had always seen her makeup applied with powder, but now, with the help of these drops , I could not understand the beauty of the young girl.

Why would you want to cover up such a beautiful beauty with such a less beautiful powder?

When you apply powder, your skin is just a uniform, white surface, but when you don't apply powder, the white surface is covered with extremely fine, tiny green and red veins, making it look even more beautiful.

Rather than just looking at a piece of weathered, old wood that has been painted over and over again, it is more pleasing to see its original patterns and grain, just as the wood looks good just the way it is, so I looked at it intently.

However, he couldn't help but notice the tank staring at him, and pursed his lips as he watched the rain that was getting darker and darker...

“It’s so bad, Ko Wai, I don’t know how I hate this rain. I hate it so much. Look at it. The people under that big tree, who didn’t expect it to rain, were just as worried as Tin, and they didn’t bring umbrellas. The vendors there were also in trouble. The people who threw their stalls here and there were left with nothing. The rain…the rain was so bad.”

At first, he spoke to me, and then at the end, he spoke in small, even words, as if he were talking to himself.

Then, as I remembered later... "Hmm... Ko Wai is also a slob. In that case, Ko Wai should take back the raincoat. It's a little easier because the big tree branch is hiding on the side. Ro...ro"

"I was so excited because I was about to take it off. "Oh... don't worry. I don't want you to get wet. I just wanted you to stay dry. I'm wearing it on purpose. Wear it."

"I had to stop him," he said.

However, I was afraid that he would force me to give up without being able to stop him, so I cut off his words and...

"I hate the rain so much. The rain..."

“Oh... Ko Wai, no matter how much Moe's lawyer tries to get involved, everyone hates Moe. There... people are just being mean. Do you still have to thank Moe for that?”

Because he interrupted before I could finish my sentence...

“This is how it is, Atint. Ko Wai is not an advocate for anyone. What will happen if we only talk about this group of people?”

"Oh... Ko Wai, I'm not just talking about this group of people. I'm talking about the whole city... I'm talking about the whole country. Do you know what I'm talking about? If you don't believe me, ask me, who is more like those who hate the rain or those who don't?"