It was raining pretty heavy since lunch time today. The floodwater in the streets were ankle-high as we drove home from lunch. Ma drives sluggishly to avoid water from entering the engine or whatever. I don’t really know what she’s referring to, as I have limited knowledge on the mechanical stuff. Honestly, I wasn’t really paying attention to her. I was busy looking at the children playing at the sidewalk, enjoying the downpour, and paddling through the dirty water, mindless of the danger it may cause them. Mama, conscious that I was enjoying the sight, asked me if I remembered playing in the rain with my brother. Yeah, I do. I enjoyed those times! But I wasn’t allowed to step a meter away from the doorstep. But that’s fine, I just loved the rain… Feeling the drops in my face, and tasting how sweet they are! Obviously, I can’t do that nowadays.
Even if I loved rain, I sometimes hate it. I hate it when I have to cancel appointments, when I go and leave the office without an umbrella, when it’s supposed to be sunny at the beach. I hate it when it’s obviously sunny outside, but I felt gloomy. It’s as if the the heavens has poured every bit of water in me. There are a lot of times I felt that way. I almost withered, but yeah, I needed the rain. It supplies every bit of nutrient in my body to face the sunshine the next day. It gives me hope to see the colors of the rainbow when the clouds have finished draining themselves.
If you are reading this and you’re going through the rain without a shade, enjoy the experience.
Who knows, you won’t even need a sunblock to enjoy the sun!
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