raindrops on my window

Don’t you just love it when it rains?



I love it when I am outdoors and the sky if slowly turning into dark grey and you can smell the impending rain with the wind blowing dried leaves. Imagine how nice it is to see the first few drops of rain and you have nothing with you but your messenger bag and no place to take cover. Oh! I just love it! I love the smell of rain on the ground and the feeling of being slightly wet. I love the way how the raindrops fall on the windshield of my car or on the windows of my room. I love it when it’s raining so hard and I am stuck indoors and I just came from the shower and the air conditioner is on full blast and you suddenly get the urge to just go out and get wet or maybe make yourself a big cup of hot chocolate with large marshmallows and snuggle under covers with a thick copy of Vogue or a good book and the lights are dimmed.



Oh! I just love it when it rains.



I don’t know why but I just love it when rains. Other people would curse the rain, I know. But, what can I do? I just love the rain! In college, whenever I feel that it’s about to rain, I would always make an excuse to go to the library. I would sit in *my* desk by the windows in the second floor, grab my favorite copy of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice and wait for the rain to come. And when it comes, I love watching the people scamper from the soccer field towards the library for cover, how the rain would shower the carabao grass in the soccer field and how that sweet smell of rain always makes my nose twitch.


I have a lot of memories that always happened before, during, and after a rain or thunderstorm. I will never forget that one afternoon in high school when my whole class was in the soccer field practicing for our Citizen’s Army Training inspection and it just suddenly rained so hard. And I mean so hard. We, all two hundred five of us, ended up playing in the rain. I know we were a sight to behold, all of us wearing white tees and jeans. Or there was this time when I was on the beach with my mom one afternoon. It was one of those rare times when I am alone with my mom. We were in this beach outside the city (a mere ten minute-drive) when all of a sudden it rain. Not a heavy one but still enough to wet us both. We ended up swimming in the beach and laughing our hearts out at what we did. It was one of the most special moments I’ve had with my mom that I’d always remember. Or that afternoon when I was on a *bus* on my way to college. I was alone, it was raining and I had no sweater with me. It was so damn cold and I badly needed the comfort of my room. That four-hour trip to college was the longest ride I had. It made me independent. I guess that was one of the turning points of my pathetic life.



Rain will always have a special place in my heart. It’s almost the end of summer and today is the first shower for summer. I cannot wait when August comes. I can only imagine myself sitting on a beach somewhere while it’s raining and I can see the thousand or so raindrops coming into contact with the serene sea while there’s a flash of lightning somewhere in the horizon.



It’s raining still and I love it.