I don’t know why, but whenever it rains, I instantly feel better. There’s something about it that calms my mind and brings me peace. It feels like the noise in my head slowly fades away.
I was on my way home and realized I didn’t bring an umbrella, so I got stuck at a waiting shed near the crossing because of the rain. Instead of feeling sad or annoyed, I felt happy. I knew I would finally be able to sleep peacefully that night. I can’t really explain it, but every time it rains, my insomnia seems to disappear. The sound of the rain feels like medicine—it’s so soothing to listen to.
It kept raining, as expected in December. This month always brings endless rain, perfectly paired with the cold breeze of the Christmas season.
While I was taking this photo, I felt like running into the rain, but I couldn’t. I was carrying important thesis documents with me. I also felt sorry for my groupmates who were already soaked, trying their best to protect the survey papers we gathered from different schools in Cebu. It was ironic—we were about to go home when the rain suddenly poured heavily. There were three of us, and only one had an umbrella, so I gave it to them to cover our papers. If those papers had gotten wet, we would’ve cried, because our thesis had already cost us so much money.
So, I ran back to the waiting shed. I didn’t even realize that I was already drenched because, honestly, the rain felt good. It was cold, with strong winds brushing against my skin.
I couldn’t stop myself from taking a photo because I was truly amazed. So many thoughts crossed my mind—like what if I get sick because I got caught in the rain? But I was lucky. I didn’t get sick, and I believe God protected me from it.
So, how about you—what’s your experience whenever it rains?
