Here comes the rain again.....

....Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind ...

.....Here comes the rain again
Raining in my head like a tragedy
Tearing me apart like a new emotion...


As a child, I have always loved the rainfall. My chin would be touching the window pane as I watched its circular impact on the muddy ground. Little holes created by the steady fall of raindrops from above. Funny that when the rainfall stops the holes wouldn't be there at all.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.


There were times when my mother would allow me to join my sisters, brothers, cousins and friends in the neighborhood to go out and enjoy the downpour. Sometimes, I would just sneak out... We would run around and play and laugh all the while...bickering or just horsing around. We would only stop when our skins were already crinkled and our teeth would be clicking together rapidly because of the movement of our jaws...

Most of the time, when my father was around and it was raining, he would take that time to attend to his plants, put the drainage in order and make sure that the water is flowing where it should be....He said it is easier to do things under the rain...when the soil is so much softer and easier to cultivate and there is no heat coming from the sun to wear him out...he would always whistle or hum his favorite tune or just put all his concentration on whatever he is working on.... The thought that my father was just around and working on something made frolicking during downpour more fun.....It's hard to imagine a rainy season without father doing his usual rounds....

Father must have cherished the rains so much because he carried out this practice until the last rainy season in his life ..

I believe that God loved my father so much ...that is why God took him during the dry season....

I still go out during downpours but this time with my daughter and some other mothers and kids in our subdivision. Funny to meet some people like me who would rather go out when it is raining rather than stay indoor.

It seems that father had passed on to me his love for the rainfall...I really enjoy feeling the raindrops touching my face........I will continue to sing in the rain and pretend that my father is just around and fixing something somewhere....and that we will both go back to the house when the rain is over....


Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.