Habang tulog ang mga bata ay tinawag ako ng ulan, Wala naman akong ginagawa at matagal na rin naman akong nangangarap na maligo ulit sa ulan kaya gawst! Habang nagpapakasasa kami ng pamanngkin kong si Melaychu sa malamig na tubig ulan at masaganang mikrobyo ng tubig baha sa kalye, dumadaloy din ang maraming alaala. Noong huli akong maligo sa ulan ay cup A pa lang yata ako, hindi pa nahahalikan, hindi pa nakakapaglabas ng bata sa tiyan (e CS ako kaya dun lumabas ang dalawang bagets), hindi pa nagtatrabaho, hindi pa nananakawan ng buwis kada buwan, hindi pa dinadapuan ng pagsuyo.
The body remembered it all when I let the rain conquer me again --- after a little over two decades. Surreal. It is not the same rain. Sigurado yan, salamat sa polusyon e naghihingalo na si Mother Earth. It is not the same body. Sigurado rin yan, salamat sa aging process at wrong choices. Nothing stays the same, oo naman. But the amount of bliss was the same. Pure bliss. Me and the rain. The spirit is happy but the body needs some passionate scrubbing and disinfecting now. Kailangan ko na maligo. Babushka for now. My dear readers, all five of you... ligo rin kayo sa ulan next time!
"Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten"
Read more: Natasha Bedingfield - Feel The Rain Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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