"Raindrops"

I remember telling them that the rain was a downpour of all the sadness the world has accumulated for days and everyone that has not experienced that sadness receives a foretaste of it through the rain.



I'm running a mile and did not expect this. The weather reports clearly said it was suppose to be a cloudy day today. My umbrella isn't working and i have in my hands a picnic mat, a picnic basket full of snacks for one, sunglasses and a trustee strawhat to top it all. What am i to do? Oh, good thing there's a huge tree planted near it. As soon as I place all my things on the tree, the thunder roars and the sky gets even darker. it's only 2:00 in the afternoon and it's already way too dark.
Oh, my goodness! The rain is even harder now. I quickly abandon my things, set aside the broken umbrella and run my way in the middle. i dance a little, sing a lot and then just savor every cold drop of rain caressing my face.
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Suddenly, there comes this overwhelming silence.
I motion to the left and head toward the tree.
After a brief silence, with my head down staring at these cold gravestones...
An outburst of tears.
My heart, like the sky can't contain the grief.
it's been three years and i'm still a mess.
The rain mixing my tears is creating a confusion; an illusion, a diversion; an exhaustion, a vulgar intrusion.
I'm trying to stop but i can't--i simply can't. Seemingly, the rain is orchestrating these tears; they too just fall even harder. Over and over again, the mem'ries keep flooding back and on instinct, i fall to my knees.I fall silent. The sound of the rain is all i hear.
For a short while--NOTHING. Absolutely nothing.


My senses have given up and all that falls are raindrops; just soft, tasteless raindrops. My eyes can't produce any more tears; they've run out. I just continue kneeling, head bowed, eyes closed. I say a prayer under my breath.
"Let it rain some more".

Momentarily, i can hear the rain but can't FEEL it. Puzzled, scared, baffled.
I get up quick and as i raise my head, a figure is standing next to me.
I glance and see a smile. It's as if the sun took a peep from the gray clouds.
As i stand up,I stand under this guy's umbrella.
i mutter a sheepish question.
"Are you alone?"
He smiles. "Visiting mom and dad." pointing at a gravestone 5 meters away from my parents'.
Then, I smile back.

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The Clock's Age is what? (My first ever birthday post) ^_^

There are 24 hours a day so, the clock is like 24 hours. But, how many 24's has it passed? A zillion? Calculate.


I just came to ask myself as i woke up this morning on my birthday...
How many hours have been FRUITFUL? How many seconds have been wasted? How many have been spent in BOREDOM, in absolute HIGH-SPIRITS, in marveling the sunset, in PRAYER, in TRUTH, in LOVE? Did i just live 24 years without touching a single soul? Am I in total oblivion or in the paradise of the real meaning of JOY? While asking these questions, i realized enough that truly, the real meaning of contentment is GOD.
As of today, i can't truly say that all those years have been vibrant and productive. I can't bear witness that i am steady and firm. But, through all these years, GOD is the only one that has remained the same and the only one that's FAITHFUL. I will continue in HIM and strive to fill in ALL the years that are to come with MEANING.


So, all these years, 24 times a million, I GIVE HIM THANKS for EVERYTHING.

TADAH! RE-OPENED! ^_^

After what had been almost TWO years of being IDLE, I'm finally able to blog without WORRIES. I had been itching to post my thoughts and all for all these two years and yet, could not find any MOMENT to do it. There had been some "Do-nothing" days but i was not satisfied of posting with the thought of not being able to do it the next day. And, without a stable internet access, i simply couldn't and i also wasn't WILLING. furthermore, the blog site has undergone some repairs and now, voila, here it is. See you later. :)