Acquaintance with the Rain

As the cold breeze of the wind smash through the newly sprung leaves of a decade old tree, with hustling, countless raindrops kissing the stoned grounds of our garage.... I really can't help but stay in front of the window and appreciate the serenity it brings to my soul.

Apparently, the rainy season officially says hi again in our country: through a storm! Starting the end of May until the 11th month of the year marks the gloomy season. To tell you, I appreciate the rain more compared to the steamy heat summer brings. The sound of the rain on canvasses and roofs make my inner raging river peace and tranquil aside from the fact that too much rain can mean cancellation of classes back when I was still a student (haha)- no quizzes, reporting, research and all. Really my favorite time of the year next to Christmas.

God's wonders are really incomparable to any other; on how intricate he made nature. My innocent, 6-year old self would wonder and question where all these water come from. "Is it because God loves the children on the streets who pleaded for flowing flood so that their paper boats could run?" "Or maybe it's true that I was a bad child I made my guardian angels cry". Yes, those were the thoughts my 4-foot self think whenever it rains. And that is when I appreciated it. The initial symptoms of an upcoming rain like flashing lightnings, and growling thunders would mean I should be waking up from the 'required' afternoon nap (I know all of the 90's kids can relate to what I'm talking about), and should be making paper boats already while my lola is already preparing her newly bought fresh hopia from a local bakery to be our merienda that afternoon. Those were the memories I would never trade for anything because that was the time I made an acquaintance with the rain.

A decade passed by, I no longer make paper boats when it rains for I was busy reviewing my lengthy notes on Neuroanatomy one rainy Sunday afternoon. I remembered our batch is scheduled to have a long exam the next day. On that same week my balikbayan family just came from the Golden State. I was torn between studying and joining them for a short nearby trip. I prayed. It rained. Hard. Lo and behold, classes were suspended. I was able to join my family. <yey> That was once again the time I knew the rain was my pal. Though, it's not always rainbows and butterflies when the rainy season comes. Back when I was an intern, it was July when I was assigned at Philippine General Hospital in Pedro Gil, a street known for its waist-level floods during my favorite season. I rode a taxi from where I stay to have my duty and when I stepped out, my right foot just submerged to the murky brown stagnant flood of the street. I got no choice but to imagine myself walking in the sandbars of Aklan while composing my inner self that THIS TOO, SHALL PASS. And yes, it's a bitterweet relationship moment with the rain, especially if you're an intern in Manila. Another memory I won't forget!

The rain was here even before we all lived on Earth and will still be here even after our passing. He was a living witness of endless flashbacks our childhood revolved on. And I have nothing to say but thanks for the memories I have built with you- both mabuti and hindi; and that even up until now that I work, I can still get to appreciate your power, might and greatness. So, there you go, gonna stop typing before my favorite spotify playslit end! Cheers!

Currently, as I type this, the rain still pours, as if we missed each other for epochs. It's not ending for nearly 3 straight days already. Kaya, ulan, enough na muna, kawawa naman yung mga aso sa kalsada...

#rain #throwback