During rainy days, when I was young, I used to pull a chair near by the window pane and climb up for me to be able to reach the top so that I can have a clear view of the rain drops that’s falling vigorously making rumbling sound as the roof tops turns into grey, across our cozy house is a farm, my mamma said t’was a watermelon farm before, but that time while I’m viewing it, the watermelon farm is bare and only wild grass is there. During summer time, colorful butterflies from different sizes, dragonflies and grasshopper are hovering the grass field. It’s a step away from our home, situated in the opposite direction of our town main road. That’s why when we passed by me and my sis will pick some wild plants it’s not prolific but it bears something resemble like a real beads. Which we used in making a necklace or rosary out of it.
Rainy days brings me a lot of happy thoughts. I’m hearing the steaming sound coming from the kitchen and the pungent smell of cacao striking my nose. That’s my Mamma’s secret ingredients in making a hot porridge. We love her hot chocolate porridge especially when we pour a creamy milk on top. I don’t play with other children and I didn’t experience playing with them my world just surround with my family and I carry that traits until now. My sister is my only constant playmates. Our mom taught us how to make a paper boat, whenever there is rain me and my sister were so excited and restless making paper boats and we float it in drench of rain, It gladden my heart as I let go of my paper boat watching closely as it leaves my hands freely going to no where, me and sis were racing our little boat thus it alludes to paving the strong current passing on through fallen leaves drifting away. We have no idea where is it going?
… as the rains continue to fall, the sumptuous amount of rainfall will go to the shallow den in the ground, creating temporary banks of water. Suddenly as little kids we begun to sing the English Nursery Rhyme lively and strongly.
Rain Rain Go Away.
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Little Bev’s wants to play..
At night you’ll hear the full and deep voice deafening tones of several tadpoles, I’m scared of the frog croaks. Mamma would take my fear away calming me down saying that those frogs are just praying earnestly, wishing to have more rains. She’s sitting besides me in my bed, then I finally got relieved by giving me the feeling of comfort and security. She puts on my socks and place me under my the blanket until I fall asleep.
It’s also fascinating remembering that me and sis play under the rain with mom. It became our tradition especially when it rains during summer. Mom calls it “sunshower” rain. She told us a brief story about the sunshower rain, it’s the folklore actually about a certain fairy that is getting married ermm we’re listening attentively in her very interesting story and begun to dreams about fairies and unseen creature. That’s being kid after all, right? jeje. Mom will asked if we still can handle take the coldness of the rain, even though we are shivering, quivering having the goose bumps me and my sis will pretend that we aren’t cold, for we are really enjoying playing under the rain, as it touches the skin, giving me some tingling sensation. It tickles me down my spine till my toes turns purplish. We’re making our handcup and trying to catch each raindrops filling our little hands while looking up the gloomy sky seeing how the heaven cry. The time is up for fun-playing with the rain, how we wish not, Mom will bring us inside and she’ll gonna give us a hot shower. After that we will sip a hot porridge or chicken soup while were standing in front of our window watching the coming of the rainbow as it paints over the sky very lovely. Flashing me back to the old days, I can’t help but to put an arc onto my lips at the same time it also bring me into tears. Thinking that “those days are gone and these days soon will follow“. It’s drilling my heart and killing me . That “the only permanent thing in this world is change“, jeah for now I’m grown up, and those days were really over. That chapter is close. All I have left here is nothing but a sweet memories of rainy days when the world is still young … That I may pass on to my kids someday.
Today I might watch the rain drops again just like before, It may not be the same window where I’m used to view it nor I don’t need to step up the chair. It’s such a sweet emotion remembering those happy thoughts and yet still making me blue. Hearing the children laughter as they are playing under the rain also seeing them floating their paper boat too, I would terribly miss the Little Bev, those happy thoughts and feelings, the flashes and splashes of the rain. It certainly made cry while I’m writing this note considering my sentiments for it. So every time the rain starts to fall, make it worth remembering, enjoy it. I wish you all can have the good memories of the rain like I did. However when it rains today, I just can’t explained but I got a certain sadness, being down and it just gives me only nostalgic feeling and a cold feet.
