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31
rain n magic
July 31, 2007 | |
(note: because it’s been raining late afternoons in the past two days, i thought of writing this "rain" article)
there’s something romantic and magical about the rain or a drizzle. always, in the aftermath of a heavy downpour or of a soft shower, one gets that refreshing feeling — much like the afterglow of lovemaking.
and just maybe, that’s the reason why i fell in love with barcelona.
there was a light drizzle over the city on my first day of stay there. i flew in last week of march, primavera was just setting in, and cool, wet days were expected. that however did not stop me from feeling a sense of nostalgia. it was as if the scene (which i captured for posterity) transported me back to my childhood days and to a treasure trove of rainy day memories…
when i was a kid, i remember looking forward to days when classes would be suspended due to an approaching typhoon. on those days, we’d feast on rice, tuyo (dried fish), boiled camote tops, and a bowl of hot royco soup. fun and play time for us was watching from the window pane rainwater falling from the gutters of the house while spiders make their webs in the awnings or paper boat racing. such simple, innocent and youthful joys.
rainy days in baguio is a different experience. a heavy cloud of fog when it rains gives it a mystical appeal. it’s nirvana feeling the chilly mist brush against your cheeks in that brief moment before the first raindrop falls.
there’s something truly magical about the rain - how the world seems to be so clean; how the dust and pollution of everyday life (literally and figuratively) seem to have all been washed away. try looking out your window after a rain and notice how the scene before you seems to be a totally different world. it’s as if the rose colored glasses from which you view the world has suddenly been replaced by a transparent one.
rain is magic. i think it would be a rainy day when i die.
