"UP! UP!" the vendor says to us as Sue and I are still eating our Banana Roti - dough flattened and filled with eggs, banana and condensed milk. "Up up", his hand movement motioning up in the sky. Oh wow, yeah we have to move. We hastily walk in the direction for cover, as I realize it was not a good idea to be possibly sitting underneath a canopy while a lightning storm is happening. Can cause a nasty burn mark if hit. Inside we wait until the rain passes. The Kelantan State is named "the lightning town." I take a breath of rain air and watch puddles reflecting the street lamps. A smooth low throat voice echoes among the building as prayers are about to begin. Waves of voices tranfixes my gaze looking up and around, outward. thinking of another place. Lighting Flashes and Thunder Booms. Arms outstretched on window beams across and above the Mosque, watch the street below of people passerbies running to and fro. Voices and smoke filled talk laugh huddled under the umbrellas kicking the water away from their vendor tent selling clothing and watches. The sound of the rain, the sound of the thunder, the sound of the prayer, I will remember for a long time.