It’s been raining for a few days now, and this “something” resides in my chest. I’m not really in a bad mood or anything. In fact, I am happy because I was given three rest days because of the transition in my schedule with my job, and I’m so glad because I get to spend the lazy rainy days dozing off in my bed covered with my favorite blanket. I also planned on making a hot chocolate drink and watching some anime, but I just ended up watching anime and not leaving my bed.
I fell asleep around 7 PM last Sunday and woke up at almost 1 AM. My body clock is so messed up, especially when it is my day off because I can either sleep or stay up as long as I want and won’t feel guilty about it. I just played Mobile Legends and watched anime after I woke up. I felt hungry because I didn’t eat dinner so I got out of my bed and went outside. Luckily, there’s a “Silogan” (a Filipino restaurant that sells breakfast meals composed of fried viands like hotdogs, bacon, corned beef, etc. paired with fried rice and sunny-side-up egg) near my place and it’s open 24/7.
After I ate, I decided to walk for a bit. The dark and gloomy feeling of the street in front of my place made me feel comfortable. I was being enveloped by silence and darkness and it was giving me tranquility. It made me forget that I am living in a busy city. The noise of vehicles rushing to places where they are supposed to be, the people who’ve been living a fast-paced life, the encounters I had, it all disappeared. Contrasting to what the dangers bring when you’re alone on the streets at night, I felt safe.
After taking some photos, I decided to go back inside my room. As I was walking to my room, I remembered that I made a poem before. I was in 11th grade when I made this poem, and luckily I still have it on my laptop.
Pitter Patter
The sound of water droplets falling from the sky
Pitter Patter
The sound gets louder when it hits the roof
These are the water droplets that bring old memories
Memories of when we were young
I see kids, running down the street
Jumping from puddle to puddle
Faces, full of mud, not caring
One was stumbling down because of the slippery floor
The others were starting to catch colds
But I'm sure they are having genuine fun
Genuine fun in the light, summer rain
Allowing little floods, to run between their toes
Feeling the cold breeze on their faces
And the cool rainwater falling down the crown of their heads
The clean and cool rainwater that purifies the soul of the innocent
The innocent that doesn't know what the future holds
The innocent that is oblivious of what sorrow the rain has seen
The rain
It saw Samson cry when Delilah broke his heart
It saw how Cain killed Abel and how Adam and Eve mourned
It saw how Orpheus wept for his love, Eurydice as she was guided back to the underworld
It saw a father weeping on his son's grave
It saw a soldier watching his comrade die in his arms, fighting for their country
It saw a child, alone in the streets, longing for shelter and a family
It saw a crying mother in front of an orphanage, saying her last "I love you" and "Goodbye" to her sleeping daughter
It saw regret
It saw betrayal
It saw a lot of things since the beginning of time
The rain is as old as time
But it never fails to bring nostalgia to the ones who were innocent
I don’t know but sometimes, the rain inspires me in creating poems. However, I stopped writing poems long ago.
I was in college back then and I was about to be in a romantic relationship with this guy. I made this poem and it was about the rain. I was expecting a much more positive response since we were a “thing” back then but what I received was the total opposite. He laughed at the poem that I made and he said that it was so cliché. I mean I know I shouldn’t have taken it that way and used his criticism as a stepping stone to polish my skill instead, but what he said really had an impact on me. After that incident, I decided not to talk to him again. I know it was a childish thing to do but I felt hurt and because of that I wasn’t able to write a poem again. I made a lot of poems when I was still a Senior High School student, and it really amazes me to think that I was able to write such things. I know that it is rough around the edges and needs a LOT of polishing but I made it so it makes me happy that I wrote those. I hope that I will find inspiration to make poems again. Even if it will just stay in the four corners of a notebook, or my laptop screen.
Hi everyone! I’m really sorry if I wasn’t able to make any posts now. It’s just that I was so occupied with work. I was in the transition from the training phase to the nesting phase and the stress I was having with the adjustments drained my energy so instead of doing something after work, I end up sleeping right after I arrive home. I am now endorsed to take calls in the production, and I know that my job will be bloody since calls are no longer filtered, but I know I can do this.
Thank you very much for reading!
