On this historic field, we stood in silence, our hearts equally sorrowed, our skins drenched to the bone. It had been a week’s long of mourning, following the passing of Singapore’s founding father, Mr Lee Kuan Yew. An unexpected outpouring of public grief, even Singaporeans themselves did not realize the man meant so much - his pragmatism, his incorruptibility and his devotion to Singapore that helped shaped what the country is today, I have never witnessed such a rain. Some say the scene was a repeat of 1968 on Singapore’s National day, during the tumultuous nation building years, where the people stood as one and felt a deep sense of purpose, a deep, unspoken swelling of national pride. I shall never forget.