I've been waiting for this rainy season to start. In fact, had I not been too tired, I would've bathe in the heavy rains last week. It was way too tempting but I was afraid it'll do me no good. I had to let it pass. So, I just enjoy hearing the raindrops while at home and looking outside through the glass window when I'm at the office. I have the luxury to enjoy the view, the vehicles that pass by and the vast greenfields opposite our building.

Add to that, rainy days bring me feel-good cold nights, the comfy feeling of my jammies and the need to snuggle my pillows. I love the rain. Many don't. Some associate the rain with loneliness, but I don't. It's for me a companion, a comfort and a music.

I remember the time when I freely cried while letting the rain fall all over me. That liberating feeling brought me relief knowing I can cry and no one will notice.

I thank God for rain. And wished that one rainy day I'm on top of the mountain just to be with myself sans the harsh reality of life.