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InkTober Day 10: Rain and Sadness

Rain and Disappointment

My InkTober drawing today reflects how I felt for most of this day – like it rained buckets on my family’s Ed Sheeran parade.

I found out this morning that the tickets I had booked online yesterday for the upcoming Ed Sheeran concert here in Manila were not mine after all. Because of a fault in the ticketing system, the seats I had tried to book (and paid for) were actually given to someone else. The ticketing website didn’t give me notice, so I only found out today by calling their hotline. (Sordid details and rants in my earlier blog post, so enough of that.)

 

 

When Your Words are Remembered

I was recently reminded of my college English classes and of my professor, the late Dr. Doreen Fernandez.  Thanks to two friends and former classmates, I was also reminded of a specific essay that I had written — an essay about the rain. I knew that Doreen had liked it, but I didn’t realize that some of my classmates did too and remember it until now.

I’m fortunate to have had a teacher who not only instructed but also inspired me to write. I am even luckier to have also had classmates around me who shared my love of words and writing and who cheered each other on. I’m sharing this particular essay here and I am dedicating it to my college English classmates who remember and to those who always celebrate their birthdays with the rain.

GENTLE POWER

Rain is falling cham-a-chamIn the midst of clamor, chaos and confusion, there is one bearer of silence and serenity, one which comes in a gentleness with an underlying presence of power. It is a natural phenomenon, hypnotic and affecting the passions of man: this occurrence which we call rain.

The rain which falls from grey skies onto the city streets brings silence. Countless commuters hurry to bus stops and wait for the rain to die down. Busy shoppers and rushing executives desert the sidewalks for shelter in the towering buildings. Children playing in the streets scamper off and into their houses. The once crowded and noisome city becomes quiet and still as the gentle rain pours on.

Many times have I sat by the window and gazed contently at the falling rain. When all else is hushed but the soft pitter-patter on the roof, a cool air of tranquility envelopes me and sinks deep into my being. Suddenly, all mundane matters fade. There is only the meeting of souls — of my quieted, drifting soul and the poignant, whispering soul of the rain.

It was a cold late night when I took a stroll under the drizzle. My companion called me crazy for holding an umbrella and not using it. I didn’t care if I looked crazy or if I would become ill afterward. There was magic and music in the air that evening. Every cold, gentle raindrop that fell upon my skin seemed to send a common message to my brain, my heard, my whole being. I was complacent, walking in silence and cherishing the serenity of the moment. The drizzle stilled my troubled world and gave me time and space to think. The dark skies were weeping with me, giving me time and space to feel. Somehow, the rain was my peace.

Why the rain affects me so, I may never know. In the rain I find soul, life. It makes me think of people, moments, dreams and makes me feel peace, love, sorrow. Indeed, the gentle power of the rain…

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Soccer Mom Lesson No. 3: Playing in the Rain Isn’t Bad for You

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This afternoon, despite the pouring rain, Alabang Football School’s training went on as usual. Attendance was maybe sixty to seventy percent, but it was more than enough.

An hour into training, the field was already flooded. But the kids and the coaches stayed on the field, running, sliding, kicking. A few parents (myself included), nannies and drivers sheltered in the covered bleachers, preferring to stay dry while watching from a distance.

While watching the kids enjoy their training in the hard rain, I was suddenly struck by two realizations.

First, these footballers love playing in the rain, and it’s actually not bad for them. Getting soaked in the rain doesn’t equal getting sick (as long as you have a dry change of clothes and maybe some vitamin C soon after). My daughter and her friends always say that they love playing football in the rain, and doing exactly that hasn’t yet given my daughter a cold.

Second, I must think of myself so old that I’ve forgotten the joy of playing in the rain! There was a time in my youth when my father would suggest that he, my siblings and I play in the rain just outside our house. I even remember making paper boats and letting them drift down the gutter. Has motherhood erased my sense of child-like play?

My first instinct is always to avoid getting wet in the rain, especially with my kids. But in the case of football, I’ve learned that playing in the rain (sans lightning and thunder, of course) is fine. Just always be ready with towels, slippers and a dry change of clothes.