Rain

I've always been a sucker for rain. And it's not going to be the first time I say or write about it either. Just days ago, the newspaper was asking the nation to pray for rain. Despite attempts to seed the clouds with salt and force stubborn water down on earth, the dams that control Manila's supply of water remain dry, while of course, it floods in South Asia and hundreds of people were displaced and became homeless.

God sure can be ironic sometimes. So, about a week after, here comes the rain that everyone has probably been praying for. Our windows here at the office are quite thick, but you can hear the wind carrying the water and the water pelting on the window panes... Strong rain. How I wish I can open the windows to smell it without bothering anybody.

The sight of rain is especially comforting if you're indoors and watching it. You can watch it fall and reminisce about good moments. You can watch the wind rage along with it and think of how you can associate your thoughts and pains and all your strong emotions with it. You can just watch the water flow.

Ok, I lost my train of thought. Later! Think I'd go watch the rain first. :)