After the rain...

I've always liked the rain, especially in the evenings. But rain that lasts the whole day is always good too. When I have nothing planned for the whole day, a sudden downpour is always welcome, a legitimate reason for me to stay homebound, for that day, at least. Or else, downpours like this could mean that I have to go out with one of those big ugly umbrellas (all the foldable ones are broken).

I woke up at around 10 am, expecting to see the sun, but the weather was overcast, and the world was sporting this bluish-gray tinge, even when I looked outside. Sure enough, rain started pouring the moment I turned the TV on. And this is not the kind of rain that sprinkles drops of water on you and moves on to green other pastures. This is the strong kind of rain, the one that soaks you in minutes if you stand outside, even with an umbrella. This kind of rain pours diagonally, so that you see diagonal lines of water out your window, and coats the window glass with a very cool, thin film of mist.

I vaguely remembered hearing something about a storm that supposedly made its exit the night before. Perhaps the rain was that storm's last hurrah before moving on to wreak havoc on Taiwan or wherever its next destination is.

The good thing was that the rain stopped just in time for me to take a shot of raindrops on the leaves of the mango tree on our lawn.

I want your sun to reach my raindrops,
So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

--Mevlana Rumi

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