Loving the rain

Phew! Just came from a very much needed refreshing shower that I had been craving for earlier today, but got instead for a reason. The weather earlier was humid but very warm and you just melt at the sweltering heat. As the day progressed however, dark heavy clouds approached and a new note could be heard. In the end, the heavens opened and shared their glory to the earth. Coming back from the lunch I had with a few block mates, I was deciding whether to stay indoors or brace the angry weather. Feeling particularly brave, I chose the latter. I may be deranged but I love this weather. Well, today, I do. The dark clouds, the heavy fall of raindrops, the mood, the colors, everything fitted for me, everything seemed right. I sensed this feeling of contentment that I didn’t have for days. The right mixture of quietness and tempestuous. The feeling that nothing could bother me now; really, a feeling of satisfaction. I was dropped off at the waiting shed at the top of the stairs and I knew that I didn’t want to go home yet. I could have easily walked down those 99 steps since the rain wasn’t falling that hard and be home in minutes, but I chose not to. For 30 minutes, I stayed at the top, watching the world around me fade, then reappear again. I watched the water rise, then decrease and rise again. I listened to the angry moans of the sky and the flashes of light. I reveled in the moment, loving the angry streaks of wind as it passed us and content with just watching the rain fall. Of course, I knew that I couldn’t stay longer. I wasn’t exactly dry; one side was dripping and the other was slightly damp. I was slightly shivering, unconsciously, but these I didn’t care much for, nor did I notice. There was one discomfort though and that was my cramped right foot. Braving the rain, I walked down the steps, one by one going with the flow of water.

I got back to the apartment, dripping and saw that we had visitors, manang’s daughter-in-law and her baby. Seeing I was settled in, manang, like a dam just opened, rushed on to her speech. I was sure she practiced it earlier, but being in the mood I was, I gave what they needed. Oh well. Seems as if those two flip flops I was planning to buy tomorrow may be caught on hold. I don’t like being succumbed through a phase of drama; it adds frivolousness to the intention.