Just before a raindrop hits the ground

A lot of people run for cover at the slightest drizzle.

I dont.

Most likely, you will find me with a huge grin on my face, if not running around yelling ', "Yay! It's raining!"

Or taking a stroll around the campus.

Or jogging.

Once we stayed up till dawn in our friend Cyd's car, and it was raining outside. Mich fell asleep at the passenger seat, while Cyd and I ran out of topics ( the conversation always found its way back to the topic "love" ) so eventually we fell into peaceful silence. He permitted me to leave my windows open (at the back seat), despite the possibility of getting his car seats wet with the rain. I'd say happiness is when it's early morning and I close my eyes, stick my head out of the window, face up, and feel the cold rain dripping on my face.

Mich once said the rain is my boyfriend. It always makes me smile when I remember that.

Rain after all, sounds like little kisses. And cold raindrops feel like butterfly kisses on my cheeks.

"Rain", she said," is your jealous boyfriend." Well, it always pours when Im having such a special time.

But I would say rain is my friend.My accomplice. My special witness to beautiful moments.

I always associate rain with happy memories--

That time when I liked someone and he walked me back to my dorm, holding an umbrella over my head.

That time when my friend RC and I were walking back to our dorm after breakfast, with nothing but our hoodies to cover our heads when it started to pour.

That time when my best friend surprised me by driving up to a nice place overlooking the Marikina lights at nighttime, and it started to rain. He was running back to the car and he was calling me to do the same. I smiled and said I would've bathed in the rain had I been alone.

Sometimes, I'd stare outside a moving vehicle, and look at the tiny circles appear and disappear on a flooded road.

At first it would seem depressing to see them come and go that fast.

But then other thoughts start to flood in my head. Happy thoughts. Brain chatter. A great idea for a new article to write.

I could think of so many things in my life that rain is a metaphor of.

So many moments comparable to that little smidgen of time just before a raindrop hits the ground.

And a verse starts unwrapping a beautiful poem inside my head.

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