The Memoir of Rain

This past few days, Sibu (my hometown) had been raining cats and dogs. Many were strained at home due to the serious flooding condition on the road or the neighborhood. It was my very first time experienced the monsoon season since I last witnessed it about 10 years ago.
So, I grabbed the opportunity and stood in the front porch, starring into the sky and try to enjoy the season. As I starting to see the rain drops, out came a boy from the corner of my eye sight. It was my neighbor's kid. He was playing in the rain. He ran out into the rain, tried to catch the rain with his little hands, and even tried to taste the rain by opening his mouth so wide that a fly could fly in there and build a nest. The rain was pouring so hard that his eyes could not withstand the beating. Quickly, he retreated into the front porch. Rubbed his eyes dry, ran out, and repeated the entire thing again. But one thing that I noticed from him was that, right before he ran out into the rain, he would always look into the house as he is affirming that there's no other eyes watching him, perhaps the eyes that have the authorities to pull him away from having fun in the rain.
All of a sudden, a smile appeared in my heart. I understood one thing, perhaps a very important and meaningful thing that worth the smiling and even typed on here to share with the world.
In my hometown, playing in the rain is almost like a taboo for all kids. It is to believe thatwhoever plays in the rain will get sick. Your whole body will become sore and stiff, especially around your joint and neck areas. So, almost all of the parents will forcefully forbid their kids to touch the rain.
However, in my case, I was a rebel kid that always wanted the freedom to do whatever I like. I was little then, so I have little mind to understand the freedom that I really wanted, not even the ability the understand the power of freedom and the cost of freedom. But, I believe in exploring the world to find the answers to all of my questions. That little act of playing in the rain reminds me of my mom. I will always go against her word and she will always let me be. With the freedom that she bestowed on me, I was able to find many answers pertaining to enlighten my understanding on the matters of life. It was that very freedom that me allowed me to leave my country and stayed in USA. It was that very freedom that allowed me to fight for education in my very own way. It was that very freedom that allowed me to believe in what I believe in today.
Little kid of my neighbor, I wish you luck and have fun in the rain. I hope that one day you'll be grateful for this moment that you're having. And mom, thank you.