Aug 24, '08 9:46 PM
for everyone |
after the blistering heat the past
month, it feels good to hear raindrops on the roof. instead of crouching on bed
with a good book or watching tv like normal people do, i get wide awake when i
hear raindrops. i love the rain! i can actually live in london where they say
it's always damp. (then i can also wear all those trench coats and scarves!) a
friend tells me rains make her gloomy - but to me, it's the opposite. i
remember happy times when it rains, and i just love to be alone with my
thoughts when it does. when i hear raindrops descending on the roof....one at a
time...slowly at first...wow, it's just so good! i looove the pitterpatter
slowly gaining speed, and then the swoosh of a real downpour. rain is
definitely one of nature's best gifts to mankind. if i were asked to choose a
name, i would want to be called "rain".
on a visit to my brother (actually, to my nephew - hehehe) - i heard the slow patter on the roof and told the baby: it's rain! come, let's see! we watched from the window and the baby was delighted. so i brought him out, extended his arms, and made him feel the rain on his hands. he was absolutely rolled over! his glee rings in my ears until now. i pulled his hand back then brought it out again, and iggyboy squealed with delight! mamapep of course was even more delighted. but the ever-spoilsport father was angry, so i promptly reminded him that i had been babysitter of five kids in the past who are now healthy and robust, so i am sure that putting your arms out to feel the rain won't get my nephew to the hospital.
when my nephews were young and there was strong rain, i taught them to flap their hands on their ears and listen to the echo. they of course squealed with delight. i herded them out and we took baths in the rain. we would then all cuddle on my bed, each one's arm wrapped around me as i read them storybooks (which they really believed!). they didn't want to have pinocchio's nose, they were scared of stromboli, and they loved the songs of the dwarves and rumpelstiltskin (which i composed, hahaha). after some more cuddling, i'd tell them how much i love them; we'd kiss each other and swear our undying love for each other; and they'd be off to dreamland.
i think of all these - and more - whenever it rains. my nephews are grown-ups - they have girlfriends! - and playing in the rain with mamapep is no longer enjoyable. i'd gladly do it with the second batch, though. (second batch is the next set of pamangkins below 5 years old). unfortunately, this second batch have a different orientation and rules, and i only hope they will grow up to be as simple and adventurous as the first batch. ahhh...the first batch? the first batch is really tough! i brought them everywhere when they were kids! we once crossed to ilo-ilo, and then manila, on a ship - kidnapped by mamapep. at night, it rained, and the ship swayed, and i literally pinched myself to keep me from sleeping. i had to be awake should anything happen, hahahaha! sleeping soundly like logs, i put on life vests on the kids and prayed to God that we wouldn't have to use them. (their mother was swearing at me after the trips, of course.) once, i brought them to bataan on a trek and at one point made them cross a hanging bridge where only one person could walk at a time. my friends were sooo scared for the kids, hahaha! couldn't blame them: below was a raging river. but the choice was to leave them for 4 hours, or for them to cross it, too! i made them decide, and they said they'd rather cross the swaying bridge. (courage, it is - must be my blood! hahahaha) anyway, the rain started to fall, so i crossed first to show my nephews it could be done, then waited for them (then 8 & 7 years old) at the other end. i was nervous, but actually more thrilled to have that experience with the people i love most on earth! i kept shouting: "don't look down! just look at mamapep...see, i am waiting for you...come on, you're a big boy! you are not scared!" ...and when they did it, my friends collectively heaved a sigh of relief. (one said, don't do this again!, to which i of course couldn't agree more, hehehe.) we were dirty and muddy, but the rain washed them away, and we just had one of the best aunt-nephew adventures of all-time.
rain is calming to the soul; it cleanses the spirit. raindrops never fail to give a sense of cleansing. the dust and dirt are gone, and the water falling from your roof gets cleaner as the rain goes on.
rain makes God's creations even more beautiful. do you notice how literally blooming the flowers are after a downpour? white is whiter; the shades deeper. a tree's trunk gets shiny, and the leaves so verdant! all around you seems literally like a new day after a rain: the grass is greener, the roads cleaner, temperature cooler, and tempers sweeter.
rain starts slow, builds up and pours; and before you know it, the sun is up again. it makes explicit the fact that seasons come and seasons go - and life goes on.
on a visit to my brother (actually, to my nephew - hehehe) - i heard the slow patter on the roof and told the baby: it's rain! come, let's see! we watched from the window and the baby was delighted. so i brought him out, extended his arms, and made him feel the rain on his hands. he was absolutely rolled over! his glee rings in my ears until now. i pulled his hand back then brought it out again, and iggyboy squealed with delight! mamapep of course was even more delighted. but the ever-spoilsport father was angry, so i promptly reminded him that i had been babysitter of five kids in the past who are now healthy and robust, so i am sure that putting your arms out to feel the rain won't get my nephew to the hospital.
when my nephews were young and there was strong rain, i taught them to flap their hands on their ears and listen to the echo. they of course squealed with delight. i herded them out and we took baths in the rain. we would then all cuddle on my bed, each one's arm wrapped around me as i read them storybooks (which they really believed!). they didn't want to have pinocchio's nose, they were scared of stromboli, and they loved the songs of the dwarves and rumpelstiltskin (which i composed, hahaha). after some more cuddling, i'd tell them how much i love them; we'd kiss each other and swear our undying love for each other; and they'd be off to dreamland.
i think of all these - and more - whenever it rains. my nephews are grown-ups - they have girlfriends! - and playing in the rain with mamapep is no longer enjoyable. i'd gladly do it with the second batch, though. (second batch is the next set of pamangkins below 5 years old). unfortunately, this second batch have a different orientation and rules, and i only hope they will grow up to be as simple and adventurous as the first batch. ahhh...the first batch? the first batch is really tough! i brought them everywhere when they were kids! we once crossed to ilo-ilo, and then manila, on a ship - kidnapped by mamapep. at night, it rained, and the ship swayed, and i literally pinched myself to keep me from sleeping. i had to be awake should anything happen, hahahaha! sleeping soundly like logs, i put on life vests on the kids and prayed to God that we wouldn't have to use them. (their mother was swearing at me after the trips, of course.) once, i brought them to bataan on a trek and at one point made them cross a hanging bridge where only one person could walk at a time. my friends were sooo scared for the kids, hahaha! couldn't blame them: below was a raging river. but the choice was to leave them for 4 hours, or for them to cross it, too! i made them decide, and they said they'd rather cross the swaying bridge. (courage, it is - must be my blood! hahahaha) anyway, the rain started to fall, so i crossed first to show my nephews it could be done, then waited for them (then 8 & 7 years old) at the other end. i was nervous, but actually more thrilled to have that experience with the people i love most on earth! i kept shouting: "don't look down! just look at mamapep...see, i am waiting for you...come on, you're a big boy! you are not scared!" ...and when they did it, my friends collectively heaved a sigh of relief. (one said, don't do this again!, to which i of course couldn't agree more, hehehe.) we were dirty and muddy, but the rain washed them away, and we just had one of the best aunt-nephew adventures of all-time.
rain is calming to the soul; it cleanses the spirit. raindrops never fail to give a sense of cleansing. the dust and dirt are gone, and the water falling from your roof gets cleaner as the rain goes on.
rain makes God's creations even more beautiful. do you notice how literally blooming the flowers are after a downpour? white is whiter; the shades deeper. a tree's trunk gets shiny, and the leaves so verdant! all around you seems literally like a new day after a rain: the grass is greener, the roads cleaner, temperature cooler, and tempers sweeter.
rain starts slow, builds up and pours; and before you know it, the sun is up again. it makes explicit the fact that seasons come and seasons go - and life goes on.
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