i listen to the drops of the rain. they drip through my window. i certainly love the sound it makes. tac-tac-tac. it has its own beat. like huge drops of tears. it's nature's way of crying.
i look down from the window and see the wet streets. cars and jeepneys getting on with jams. people with their colorful umbrellas walking at the side of the road. the man, i think he saw me looking. i wonder what he thinks. i wanted to go home. tuck myself inside a comforter. went to bed and sleep.
i crack a small opening from my window, i felt the fresh, cold air sips in. it smells of grass and earth. officially, we are entering the rainy season.