clouds squeeze out tantrums
hurried feet join nature’s beat
sun and moon’s slumber
Do you really listen to the rhythm of the pourin’ rain? Sometimes, I do. Most of the times, I don’t. The rain and I have a love-hate relationship and it will stay that way until I lose all my hair.
The mere sound of the rain transports me back to my childhood years. Those were the times when me and my brother would skip lunch and avoid our father’s belt just to savor the natural shower. Normally, we stayed up on our roof or on a tree until the last raindrop. After the rain, we would then take our plates, a cup of rice and fried fish coupled with sinamak (spicy vinegar). Strange, but as soon as we started using our bare hands, our parents wrath faded away. Every time it rain, my mother didn’t have to remind us to do our chores. My brother would wash the pigs as I clean their pen. Or we would ask our neighbors for some pig’s food. As long as its raining, we are the most hardworking kids in the neighborhood. LOL!
But sometimes, the rain drives me mad. Oh well, yes, in cases where I am about to report for office or about to do an activity and I don't have an alternate plan to it. Exactly what happened last Sunday. I met Winston, one of my friends in Japan in Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan. Two days ago, we decided to have a photowalk within the area for some street photography and random portraits. The weather was still fine when I arrived there. But when he reached our meeting place, the rain was pouring hard. Armed with a single umbrella, we pursued our plans to take photos of people running for their lives. Haha. From one corner to another, we positioned ourselves, continuously clicking our shutters. Despite the uncooperative shower, I was still able to appreciate the moment. Of course, we were careful enough not to moisten our cameras.
And before the skies finally closed its curtains, he treated me for a dinner. A payment for being late, I guess. LOL! Thanks for the pizza and pasta!
In Japan, the rain can be an omen too. Though a good omen that is. It signals the end of summer season and the start of autumn, my favorite season.
Love it or hate it, you can stop the rain from fallin’. I may be eighty soon but I’ll always be five every time it rains. LOL!PS