Monday, October 09, 2006
Reyna ng Ulan resigns.
The rain isn't so romantic at all when you're walking under it alone. I mean sure, my de pindot payong made it a lot easier for me but well, I just couldn't fight the urge of getting all upset being alone in Katipunan hailing a cab. And during those brief moments of waiting, I watched the rain pour gently on me. The heavens must've felt for me.
Although my feelings right now could most likely be associated with storms, a simple rainshower would do them more justice--suffering bit by bit, drop by drop--fatal in the gentlest way.
Funny how I used to love the rain so much I even named my heart-shaped pillow "Ulan". One of my fondest childhood memories was dancing under the rain with my cousin Sam and my brother Ald. Ald may have lost my turtle by letting it play near the drainage but everything seemed okay anyway.
The rain always sets me in a pensive mood--well, a happy pensive mood, at least. The heavens send us blessings through the rain, they say. And perhaps that's why I am thankful for those little showers since they give life to the neglected, to those who need to lighten up. The rain gives hope as it ends in a spectrum--a spectrum that reminds us that beauty is found in waiting, that true happiness await those who are patient.
But the rain will be unfriendly to me from now on. I shall face the rain alone with the only comfort of my de pindot payong.
