2am, one night in April, Singapore

I stood by the living room window in the middle of the night (2am), I could smell the freshness of the green... Those pots of plants my dad keeps along the corridor gave me such a refreshing feeling at this hour. It made me missed the usual rain that sometimes comes at night. I could vividly recall one of the nights, it rained very heavily accompanied by thunder and lightnings. Those thunder never fails to make me shuddered, however I begin to miss them now. I want to smell the essence of the rain, I want that splattering sound to ease me into my sleep...