recollecting rainy days

20.06.2018

The rain reminds me of my youth. While sitting in my snug car seat as a toddler, I would watch rain droplets splatter intricate designs on the car window. As my eyes were transfixed on the sky that seemed like a painted pale grey canvas splotched with twinkling diamonds, my parents would play a shuffle of soft early 2000 Korean, Japanese and Taiwanese songs. The combination of the scent of the rain, touch of the velvety car seat, sight of the delicate raindrops, sound of the rhythm of the rain and ballads would put me into a deep sleep. It is a special moment I have taken from my life, and kept it locked away in a sacred part of my memory. I always long for this special memory, but the melancholy nostalgia only reignites on rainy days.

 

I noticed I stopped getting along with California when it started raining less. Throughout my older years, it rarely ever rained to remind me of those idyllic times. However, after residing in New York, I feel like I am always taken back to those good old feelings. I definitely take advantage of the rain whenever I can.

 

When it rained today, I was on the third floor of the Main Building. The rhythm of the rain was too hard to resist. I dropped whatever it was I was doing and found a nice snug chair. I put my earbuds on and the melody of Jay Chou’s Rainbow (彩虹) and Rainie Yang’s Yu Ai (雨 愛)filled my body with warmth on a cold day. I I was immediately taken back to third grade Halloween. My mother picked me up from after school and I dozed off in my little witch costume. Although this memory has no real story or monumental plot—for some reason, it takes me to a very good place.

 

Here are a collection of my favorite songs to listen to on rainy days.

 

 

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