It has been raining since the day I saw you inside that box. I heard a lot of people complaining on the difficulty to commute and if there’s a storm to be raining this often.
But the rain helped me a lot of times before. To feel calm, to slow down, to embrace whatever it is that I need to feel.
And I like to think you made it rain on these days to help me cope up. You made me remember all our rainy days together, sharing one umbrella – my arms around your waist and you half hugging me.
You always bring your umbrella but you’re “too lazy” to use it. So I have to walk with you until the jeepney stop so you won’t get wet. Every hug before you go I realize you’re just making some sort of excuse to have longer time with me. Or maybe I’m overthinking things.
I’m thankful of our rainy days before and feeling nostalgic of the rainy days these past days.
I miss you so much and there’s nothing I can do but hide my tears under my umbrella.