of rainy nights and grown-upness

it's raining cats and dogs now.
and it's times like this that i wish i was home, back home in JB,
in the living room, lounged on half of the sofa,
while my dad would sit on the floor with his head on the second half of the sofa,
mum will be on the two-seater,
and my brother will be beached on the floor like a whale washed up on dry land,
and we're be all watching TV
and talking during the super-long ad breaks,
and sometimes, when we're really good and mum fancies something sweet,
we get a little dessert to accompany our TV-watching.
and i do so love mum's sea coconut dessert thingy.
but dad will probably be munching on his nuts or dried fruits ,
and mum will go, "stop eating all these nonsense, you're not young anymore."
and dad will go, "oh, but i am still young and these are healthy snacks" with that cheeky grin,
and we'll all be in our jammies.

i'm older now.
but i'm not that grown up enough not to miss home.