It's been cold and cloudy the past few days, with occasional rain of dropplets fine like mist. So much so that if you just closed your eyes, it feels like snow was falling on your face. Today was no different and I woke up to yet another one of these days. I don't really have anything against rainy days but of course I prefer waking up to a warm sun and vast blue sky - one which makes you feel that if you took a deep breath, it would dye your lungs.

However, today I realised something. Beautiful days, don't always start with chirping birds, a stroking breeze or an endless blue sky. For only on rainy days are you able to see something more wonderful (Only enduring bitter hardship do we really appreciate the sweetness of success?). For a large portion of the day, it was drizzling but as Jun and I drove home, skirting along the surprisingly still waters of Swan River, we saw the arc of a magnificent RAINBOW! !It was absolutely GIMAGNORMOUS!!! The biggest I've ever seen in my life!! It was breath-taking and we must have really been near the it! Then it made me wonder silly stuff like what is it which lies at the end? A pot of gold? What is it like to be standing at the bottom of a rainbow? Could we still see the rest of it? Or would we be seeing a different rainbow from another angle?

Sigh, what a beautiful sight! Such a pitty we were in a rush back to uni for I could have sat there for a whole day. So sad, how we blaze through life, fore-going moments which would never come again... ...