There’s a typhoon. Don’t have an idea if it’s about to hit the country or if it’s already here. The weather cracks. I can see the sun shining in the morning but the sky is dim in the afternoon. Right now the weather is a bit cold but there is no rain.
Yesterday it rained so hard in the evening. It compelled me to leave early so I have spare time just in case there’s turmoil in the street. By turmoil I mean flood and traffic. I left two hours before my call time and I reached the office 5 minutes before the said time when a regular trip would only take me 30 minutes from home to the office.
That same yesterday is the longest commuting hours of my life. I was stuck in the middle of the flooded street. It seems like the ocean had taken its leap to the city. My hooded jacket was wet and I felt so cold but more than that, I am worried about the mother who’s sitting beside me on the passenger’s jeep. She’s very worried that their house, at that moment might have been soaked in water.
I do wish for rain but not the kind of rain that will take lives and properties. Unity and camaraderie were tested and proven during disasters but I might as well want to witness it even when we’re at ease.
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day