I love the sound of the pitter-patter of rain against the window especially when you least expect it. From that autumnal sunshine, the weather was overpowered by a foul mood and had a brief rant.
Had I been out without an umbrella and wearing suede shoes, I'd be cursing all the gods; but I'm home, tucked in the sofa with a fleece blanket, feet propped up, snuggled next to my cushions, and comforted by a warm mug of camomile tea while I nurse an eyeball-busting headache and joint and muscle pain.
I love looking out the windows when it pours. I count the raindrops until I can count no more. It's about 13 degrees celsius but it feels tropical as watching the rain reminds me of childhood. I used to play in the rain and especially loved cycling in the rain -- deliberately over puddles.
The rain brings back memories of hot chocolate made from tableya and champorado shared amongst family and friends. It was best enjoyed after a quick jump in the shower to wash off the rain water. While I blew at my spoon of champorado to cool it down, I rubbed my tiny feet together. The clean and dry feeling gave me that warm and fuzzy sensation knowing that I could have a choice between an afternoon nap and some TV perhaps.
|Top photo: tablets made of roasted cocoa beans used to make traditional Philippine hot chocolate beverage; Below photo: traditional Philippine chocolate rice porridge with evaporated milk topping|
The rain is a waiting game. You let it pass. You wait. There's no rush, as life was for me as a child. It tempers your expectations as the sun may or may not shine afterwards. Just feeling a tad mawkish at the moment, and the rain's to blame.
Does the rain make you sentimental?