The Rain
I was going through some of my old posts, and I came across this. :)
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I love the smell of rain.
Especially the first drop that touches the dry soil. You get the mixture of a mildewed smell and nostalgia in the air. You get the sense of the that familiar feeling that you feel when you are reminiscent of the past. I sometimes stare out the window and observe what goes on as the waters cover that patch of earth around me. The rhythmic and annoying sound of the bullfrogs is non-stop, as if they are singing; rejoicing that their favorite time of year is here.
There are times when I hate the rain.
Especially when I need to be somewhere else and I have no choice but to go there; wearing my best shoes, I tiptoe on the pavement, making sure that my shoes are safe, careful that I do not slip and slide. I walk as slow as I can because I don’t want my backside to look like a dot-to-dot game. Hahaha!
The rain also reminds me of those blissful times that I’ve spent under the rain, feeling it’s powerful yet gentle touch on my skin. There was a time when my mother’s side of the family went on a 4-day vacation in Pangasinan at Villa Leonor, the hacienda of my aunt. It was around August, when it was always raining. That lazy afternoon, we were all just hanging out inside the house, outside at the hammock, near the pond… when suddenly, it rained. The kind of rain where you can take a shower.
Almost everyone ran for cover, except me and a few cousins. We ran to the basketball court and let ourselves get soaked in the rain. We were running around, playing tag. Having fun. I saw my aunt and uncles watching us play in the rain, so, like the kid inside of them, they started to play with us. From me, my cousins, my aunts, uncles, my grandma, the household helps and even the dogs, were playing in the rain. It was one of the happiest time in my life.
The rain sometimes helps hide your emotions, especially when you cry in the rain. Remember those movies when the guy leaves the girl and he pretends he doesn’t care, but he is really crying?
I guess all I am saying is that the rain brings different kinds of things in our lives. Sometimes you just have to let yourself drown from its torrential powers. Heck, I love it when it rains and I am about to sleep, and then I fix myself under my warm comforter and I am embraced by my 17 pillows. Oh yes, I got 17 pillows in my bed. Such a great feeling.
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Lexie
August 11, 2009 @ 3:31 am
I still remember this post. =)
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