It was raining today. Is summer officially over now? I don’t wake up drenched in sweat and last night I let the electric fan swing (rather than have it directly on me like it has been all summer). I’ve been bringing jackets all the time because of the unexpected sudden rain shower (hello? Global Warming?) or if I have to enter a really cold meeting room or theater but now it makes total sense to do so. My umbrella too.
I’m going to have to start saving 500 pesos every payday so I can buy a new pair of shoes by the end of July. I’m sure one of my pairs are going to get destroyed by all the puddles in the Manila streets.
I forgot how tough it is to get around the Taft area when it’s raining.
At least I have a good reason to bring out my cute sweaters. I have a couple of them that have been waiting to be taken out of the closet and dusted off.
I used to love the rain. I still do, actually, except commuting in this city while it rains is just a total pain. Drivers get really dumb and the other pedestrians get more selfish and inconsiderate than usual. When I had to sell my brother’s car and I was left to navigate through these streets during the rainy season, I’ve realized that the beauty I found in the rain was when I was in the safe confines of my home, looking out at the window, and watching the sky cry.
Or as a child, dancing in the rain at the driveway of our house.
I’m older and there are grown up things to consider when it rains. No, I can’t say I love the rain the way I used to when my life were a lot more simpler.
Nothing is simple anymore.