Today I Ran in the Rain

  Rain is just a typical decoration in an ordinary June afternoon. And for someone who had the element of water in her name, I am not really fond of the inconveniences it brings to commuters like me. Although I like the weather because it is relaxing to look at and to listen to, there's nothing that I hate more than getting wet from the downpour and walking with my socks soaked from flooded streets on the way home. Whenever I get wet from the rain, I just can't help but to let out a sigh. 

However, my relationship with the rainy season hadn't been always this cold (see what I did there?). You know, the rain has always been special to me and my boyfriend. Once, there were instances where I was on a motorbike and would just laugh out loud while I feel the raindrops pricking my skin as we ride fast into the rainy night. There were also times that even though it's a tempest outside, we will still brave the weather because we need to make up after a fight. Most of all, I would never forget the first time he reached out to me to insinuate his feelings for me. It was a rainy night. I was exhausted and slept on a wet bench in a broken shed. He put his umbrella over me for a few minutes so that I could sleep without the drops waking me up. These were all beautiful memories so I guess the rain is not that bad. It's just that recently, I feel like it's not as good too. 

But today, I let my shoes be submerged underwater. I ran despite my socks sticking onto my skin like slippery leeches. I saw a familiar bright yellow umbrella in the crowd and ran towards it. I was thinking, "Why is this person walking too fast like there's a deadline?". Haha. But, I guess he's just really a speed walker by nature. I caught up to him and tapped on his shoulder. It was my dearest friend. For a split second, all the stories I found interesting and all the emotional baggage I'm carrying almost jumped out of my mouth but I restrained myself. I just felt like, somehow, he doesn't deserve to be the receiver of all my worries that weigh me down. I know he'd understand but I'm also aware that he has a baggage of his own. I think it would be mature of me to just carry on with myself as usual. The weight in my chest is kinda heavy but just seeing my friend was enough for now, and I think his bright yellow umbrella looked like the sun in the gray landscape. Funny how my boyfriend's umbrella back then was bright yellow too. I guess bright yellow umbrellas have a habit of saving me from being sad in the rain. 

And so, today I ran in the rain. Damn all the wet shoes and socks and umbrellas and uniforms and bags and people. Sometimes you really just need to sacrifice little things to catch up to the bright side of things.

P. S. Here's my wet shoes and socks. Long live!