Rain outside keeps pouring, but inside, small gestures make the day feel less grey.
Sometimes the best part of a rainy workday is the warmth from people around you.
周三雨更大了,办公室里空调冷得刺骨。
Colleague next desk saw me shivering, quietly passed over his extra jacket. "Take it, rain's not stopping soon."
I smiled, thanked him, and we ended up chatting about weekend rain plans over hot Milo from the pantry.
周一早上,雨又准时来了。
新加坡的天灰得像没睡醒,我挤进地铁站,人群湿漉漉,空气混着雨味和咖啡残香。
On the platform, rain drums on the roof like tired heartbeat. I lean on pillar, letting it drown Monday dread.
雨终于小了,窗外光线变亮。我推开门,空气清得像刚洗过。
Walked out with no plan, just following the wet pavement. Puddles still everywhere, reflecting bits of blue sky and passing clouds.
树叶滴水,路边小花被雨打得低头,现在慢慢抬头。阳光漏下来,照在湿石板上,像镀了层薄金。
They topped up my cup without asking — that small gesture felt like the best part of the day.
Rainy weekends are for this: one cup turning into two, time stretching, worries dissolving in the warmth.
No hurry, just rain and kopi keeping me company.
周末雨还在下,我没再冒险出门,转而窝进附近咖啡店。
Hot kopi in hand, steam rising slow, window seat facing the rain. Outside people hurry with umbrellas, inside it's just me, the low chatter, and rain tapping glass.
周末雨没停,我还是决定出去走走。伞撑得低低的,雨点打在伞面像鼓点。
Walked to the nearby wet market, puddles everywhere, aunties bargaining under plastic sheets. Bought fresh pandan leaves and a packet of kaya — smells like home.