Rain Memories
It has started to rain again. Rainy seasons has always been my favorite time of the year. Its smell is a mix of freshness, of youth, of loneliness, of peace, of calm, of comfort. :) haaay..
I like being rained on... ughmm let's just say i like walking in the rain. But i haven't experienced that for a while now. The last time was in college, when I could go to school with shorts and slippers and a pen. (damn... i miss those days). But now I'm always dressed up formally with pants and leather shoes. There were trees and lots of greens at school too that you'd think manila rain is almost fresh. But now, i only see buildings and cars, jeeps, and lots and lots of busses. I calmly walk with rain before, but now i ESCAPE it. shucks..
I miss those days at gradeschool when after class, my classmates and I would play in the rain and wet each other by stamping on pools of water. Or when I would wait on a nearby leafy branch til one passes so I can pull the branch and then get away so the victim would be wet all over. And then arrive home and get scolded by grandmother who is already expecting me to be wet and is already holding a towel. Then once dried up, sit by the window with my bros to watch the rain drops form bubbles on the ground which slowly flow on the street, endless bubbles, that you imagine them to be bubble men swimming and going with the flow of the water. And the raindrops from the roof that come down so fast that you think they are bullets and you place your fingers in between imagining it to be a transformer escaping those bullets. Come night time, you sleep peacefully with the pitter patter of the rain on the rooftops, cuddle in the comfy sheets and listen to the choir of frogs and turtles. you wake up and it's still raining, so you sleep and lie down some more. haaay.. :) the days..
But now. you get out from the office, feel a little drop on your head, "shet ala ako payong", "pucha, magkakasakit na namana ko." it drops a few more, then u start running. naging hassle na ang ulan. At home naman, you worry if you have forgotten to close the windows, or if somebody has already brought in your drying laundry, and you worry if it would rain too hard that it would flood the third floor. third floor huh. It's opposite at home, the water comes in from the veranda upstairs. Whenever it rains, the doors and windows are closed, you can no longer smell the rain, and then it gets really hot and stuffy that you have to turn on the aircon and you end up paying more for your electricity just to cool down during the rainy seasons. talk about absurd. And there aren't any frogs anymore. Only silent rats and roaches.
We were taught the "rain rain come again song" when we were kids, but i only sing that now. :)
There, it has stopped raining and so will the rain blogging :).
I like being rained on... ughmm let's just say i like walking in the rain. But i haven't experienced that for a while now. The last time was in college, when I could go to school with shorts and slippers and a pen. (damn... i miss those days). But now I'm always dressed up formally with pants and leather shoes. There were trees and lots of greens at school too that you'd think manila rain is almost fresh. But now, i only see buildings and cars, jeeps, and lots and lots of busses. I calmly walk with rain before, but now i ESCAPE it. shucks..
I miss those days at gradeschool when after class, my classmates and I would play in the rain and wet each other by stamping on pools of water. Or when I would wait on a nearby leafy branch til one passes so I can pull the branch and then get away so the victim would be wet all over. And then arrive home and get scolded by grandmother who is already expecting me to be wet and is already holding a towel. Then once dried up, sit by the window with my bros to watch the rain drops form bubbles on the ground which slowly flow on the street, endless bubbles, that you imagine them to be bubble men swimming and going with the flow of the water. And the raindrops from the roof that come down so fast that you think they are bullets and you place your fingers in between imagining it to be a transformer escaping those bullets. Come night time, you sleep peacefully with the pitter patter of the rain on the rooftops, cuddle in the comfy sheets and listen to the choir of frogs and turtles. you wake up and it's still raining, so you sleep and lie down some more. haaay.. :) the days..
But now. you get out from the office, feel a little drop on your head, "shet ala ako payong", "pucha, magkakasakit na namana ko." it drops a few more, then u start running. naging hassle na ang ulan. At home naman, you worry if you have forgotten to close the windows, or if somebody has already brought in your drying laundry, and you worry if it would rain too hard that it would flood the third floor. third floor huh. It's opposite at home, the water comes in from the veranda upstairs. Whenever it rains, the doors and windows are closed, you can no longer smell the rain, and then it gets really hot and stuffy that you have to turn on the aircon and you end up paying more for your electricity just to cool down during the rainy seasons. talk about absurd. And there aren't any frogs anymore. Only silent rats and roaches.
We were taught the "rain rain come again song" when we were kids, but i only sing that now. :)
There, it has stopped raining and so will the rain blogging :).
word for the day: im looking for a word about remembering, a state of reminiscing the past, a state of being in the past.. grrr...
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