rain

love is so much like the weather. interchanging feelings of happiness and sadness. we cannot escape it. we embrace it. if it does not work for us, we make the most out of it.

i love the rain in particular. it washes everything away including the smell of the dirty metro, cleanses the air. its as if all are purged to start anew. the weather suddenly isnt as humid but quite comfortable and cozy. it invites us to do sweet things most especially with the ones we love.

yet you cannot take away the feeling of sadness when it rains. oftentimes, i cry with the heavens. or is heaven crying along with me? it reminds us of past love, review our present one and cant help to think of the future as well. what-ifs and couldve-beens plague our thoughts. until we go straight to slumber. only to wake up feeling the same thing, if not stronger.

but if the rain does not stop, we are forced to stop. comforted by the thought that tomorrow is another day, more sunny and happy than what we just had. we smile, as we wait for the coming of the rainbow, a promise, that there's sun after the rain.


said she