It rained a little last Friday. And since last night it is continuously raining. With occasional thunderstorms, huh. As much as I find this strange, no doubt I’m enjoying the breeze and sound of raindrops. I’m actually nostalgic at the moment. I remember being home.
On a rainy weekend at home, we would have tuyo (dried fish) and sinangag (fried rice) with suka (vinegar) from Balian or Ilocos. I would consume two plates of sinangag, would eat with my hands, and would be thinking of watching an old flick or tuning in to weather updates delivered by the local networks. While a rainy day at work would mean I and my friends would be battling our way to go/meet up in Tsoko.nut in RCBC Plaza (or some fancy café) to sip batirol and munch on suman or tablea cake while chatting about anything and everything. And on our way back to the office, we would tip toe on the waters, share the umbrellas, laugh out, unmindful of the discomfort brought by the weather. Even if it’s impossible, we would chant, “I wish the working hours would be shortened, shortened, shortened….”
But I’m here.
Although I love the rain, this feeling makes me want to say, “Rain, rain, go away. Homesickness, come again another day.”