Hinahabol ako ng ulan. I had a sinking feeling it would pour again (!!!) last night, as it had the past two nights, whenever I started to trek for home. My slightly damaged but still trusty folding umbrella saved me, despite earlier plans of having it thrown out and replaced. I never got around to doing that though. Buti nalang ^___^
Panahon nanaman ng bagyo. I remember telling somebody once, that I love it when it rains, because it feels as if the heavens are sympathizing with your crappy day (as opposed to crappy sunny days -- parang nang-aasar eh). Whenever it rains it gets me thinking if I've had a crappy day, or it's just plain rain.
Two nights ago, it was plain rain. Tonight was different. I stared out the soaked FX window too long, sighed too much, and remembered too many music videos of sad love songs sung in the rain. It's a mix of many different things: loss, guilt, frustration, regrets. Yeah, it was meaningful rain.
Haha, ang weird no? How we attach meaning to even the most trivial things. An overly-dramatic, romanticized coping mechanism to survive life's hits and misses. Especially the misses.
I'm coping.
Panahon nanaman ng pagmu-muni-muni. Maulan nanaman kasi.
PS. I know you're going through a lot. I hope your angel comes to your rescue and brings back the smile you used to always have. I hope you choose to be happy this time.
