Kurauking’s Journal

View Of Port Klang From The Sea(Part One)

The Rain came pouring down…

We didn’t even make it to the restaurant as the rain was really dumping their load on us. We took temporary shelter in a hut where we moored our boat to wait for the tears from heaven to ease. The captain of course has to be the last one off the boat so he absorbed a bit more moisture than us.

Looked at the water to see how heavy the rain was. We could afford to laugh now safely under the little hut. I love the atmosphere surrounded by the rain, cooled by moisture laden sea breeze. Sitting on a table looking out at the sea, chatting with friends – what more do one need? Except maybe a cup of hot coffee?

The Perlama restaurant – so near yet so far. But it is all right. It is comfy enough where we are. We may changed our tune when our stomach got a bit hungry but we can wait if heaven don’t cry too long.

The rain continues… and it was a pleasure just hanging back taking it all leisurely in. Kurau’s boat is taking in water. We will have to scoop it all out later.

Dusk is approaching. See the big droplets of water dripping down from the roof. The scene hazy and romantic. Maybe I should have asked Kurauking to compose a poem.

This fisherman took his boat out in the rain. I’m not sure why when the rains came, fisherman will take out their boat for a spin. To wash it? But it could do just as well where they sit. When one travel, one comes across many mysteries like this (to us who are uninitiated). We wish we know more but often there is no one to explain. But even if we don’t know, there is nothing to stop us from enjoying and appreciating the simple beauty of life.

Caught in a little hut by the river while rain is hammering down is – not boring. In fact, it was quite pleasant. The world took on a hazy bleary look as if cloud has descended down on earth. Like a veiled lady, what is left to a little imagination is even beautiful. It felt different as the cool damp wind brushes against our slightly wet body. It smelt different as the salty sea breeze is diluted by the clear water dumping down on us. It reminded me of the old days when in the bar we ordered “sky juice” instead of water. In a macho world, it was a less feminine term I guess. Or was it more romantic to impress the ladies that we have some intellect when we have none. The best time for reflections is a rainy day. But getting back to the story – in spite of the rain, there were much activities going on. You have just seen a couple of fishermen taking their boats out in the rain. Here are more scenes, not everyone runs indoor to hide when the sky opens up.

I could sit here and look at the river, rain for a long, long time.

The fishing village at high time.

It will take more than rain to deter the fishing enthusiasts huddling on the bridge on under it.

If you look carefully, you can see the fishing kakis squatting on the pillars supporting the railway bridge. They must be soaked to the skin. They must also be enjoying the rain. It would be impossible to explain the pleasure to those who don’t immediately understand. Only way is to drag them into the rain and left them in an open field to remind them that once when they were a kid, they too enjoyed the rain. What makes it different now they are adult? I won’t mind being the fishermen under the bridge.

A heavy rain doesn’t last forever. A light drizzle can last what seems to be an eternity. That is why the Hokkien called it the “Hou Lam Hor” or “crying rain”. As the rain lightens but still heavy, the earth took on a new clean appearance.

The lyrics of this song played in my mind “I can see clearly now that the rain in gone”. It has not exactly ‘gone’ as it will take a while yet but I could see already.

This is an interesting scene. Fishing under umbrella under bridge in the rain.

Contrary to what some believes, the world did not go to sleep when it rains. As what this guy is doing -”Row, row, row his boat. Gently in the rain. Merrily, merrily, life is but a dream”. What different dreams we all have. His is to fish in the rain.

While his mates scooped out the water before his boat took in too much water.

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