When I’m at home, I like the heavy rain outside. I suddenly feel happy and calm. I appreciate the warmth home has given me all this time.

Even though I can’t go anywhere, my dreams wander happily while the rain wets the earth. Sometimes, I remember coming home from school in the rain during my childhood or dancing with my friends back then. I also daydream about my current life, thinking of the children I love and my siblings who are far away. My love for them suddenly fills me with warmth.

Rain can also stimulate my appetite. Usually, I will have boiled noodles, the pride of Indonesians (you know Indomie, right?), or Indonesian-style Tomyam.

I enjoy rainy weather; even lying in bed is much cozier.

However, if I had been doing fieldwork, rain would have been quite troublesome. I once went to the field without predicting the rain. Ended up completely soaked.