Rain

Sta. Rosa, Laguna 2009
nixasis

It starts with that distinct scent, a little hint just before the heavy grey clouds dominate the blue sky. The rumbling of the heavens is heard from a distance; the cool breeze slightly touches your skin. Then the raindrops start falling down from above. One by one, heaven's tears crash to the hard asphalt creating an interesting irregular rhythm. Until the percussive sound reaches its climax with a heavy downpour.

As I type these words, it starts raining outside. I love days such as this. It evokes a sense of melancholy and nostalgia. It reminds me of times I spent with my siblings playing under the rain. Days when I was saved from another dreaded Trigo exam because classes were cancelled. Those afternoons in high school when my friends and I would play Pepsi 7-up and patintero, all soaking wet. That Friday night when I immersed myself in knee-deep floodwater just to make it to a gig. Mom's arroz caldo and churros. Guitar practices. Long conversations enhanced by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Everything slow-paced.

...and yes, in this cold weather, I remember that day I left. I was certain I made the right decision, but never prepared how things had changed since.