i wonder when eill the rain comes

I wonder when the rain will come here?

Would it be the same rain as in my old place?

Would it smells as fragrance as the smell of wet land and trees in front of my old high school?

Would it be the same rain which always crosses my roof and moist my ecomomic paper?

Would it brings the same warmth as the joy that my bestfriends offer to me?

This is a my favorite quote form my favorite musician:

“missing someone is like having a bad dream that you can’t wake yourself up from”

Well this is not any longer someone.  I miss everything.

Let’s make a review.   Living here is not ‘that’ bad..  i already got several person that make me comfortable.  They’re just like a magnet pole and i am the iron,  sticking everwhere.  The journal i got every week,i accostumed to that, except the 6 different litaratures written fully in english.  The heat, but finally my body adaptate very normally.  The road, that is my main problem.  Skip.

So what’s missing that makes a deep deep hole?

I guess it’s rain, and my mom :’(

If i could bottled smell of the wet land after the rain,make it a perfume.send it to your house

I wonder the million star suddenly wont hit the sattelite.pick up so pieces,they’ll be on your way

Adhitia Sofyan-After the rain *amateur hearing,forgive me please*

So would somebody send me a bottle of wet-malang-land-after-the-rain parfume?