Kiss The Rain

Rain. It drips, it flows, it floods, it cleanses.

It's been raining for days now. And the murky river from nowhere gushes out again to rid A.S. Fortuna of its familiar garbage and stench. The roaches and rats scamper to ride out the waves, hoping to settle in a more stable spot not too far away from home.

Never mind that I'm stuck in this sickly building, a few stores away from my favored food as my stomach groans and grumbles. Never mind that for the nth time, I might be missing out again my regular jogging session in the Big Oval. And never mind, that once more, my all-too-white pants will get drenched as I absolutely, ever, refuse to be bothered by an umbrella. So what's new anyway?

The point is, the season of cleansing has come. And that is enough to make me forgive the little inconveniences for a taste of a much awaited change.

It makes me smile to think that this season marks an exciting moment in my life. After such a long time of floating, I'm finally beginning to fight my way back. I have set the wheels in motion to shed the tight dress of boring routines and depression. I am finally reclaiming my freedom. Barely two months more and I'll be out the streets of A.S. Fortuna.

What lies ahead is as blurry to me as the sight of a world overcome by sheets of rain. Sometimes, it chills the bone to think of crossing an unknown river just to get to a land that promises nothing more than the probability of a much more fulfilled life. Perhaps it's better, perhaps not. But I know the incessant wondering about it would be enough to drive me mad and make me drown.

So I'm moving on... in hope and with much faith. One thing I've learned from Peter of CannonCreek is that the best way to learn how to swim is not by testing the waters but, just simply, to dive. So come what may, I'll forge the life that I was meant to live. And like the rain, I'll learn how to spit and claw till the fear and blocks cower away to nothingness.

Ah, rain. It shouldn't have surprised me that this life altering moment comes during this season. After all, it's always been a blessing to me.

In fact, I've had some of my best moments under the rain -- shooting balls with a friend, braving the raging storm from SM to my house, splashing like a kid alone at the Sports Complex, playing tag with a cute crush, and simply walking home while daydreaming with a rain-battered ice cream cone on hand.

And then there's the way the earth smells so ... so...clean after a thorough washing.

Yeah, life is good! ;)