Settled Sunday

Paris in the Storm
-caloy is gone. thank God. he sure left one hell of a memory. it was about 11:30 in the evening of friday when i noticed the rain. i sat at the edge of my bed embraced by the cool breeze coming from my bedroom's window i slowly went to it and peeped through it's half-open blinds, saw the rain, my ears were suddenly hearing loud growls from the thunder. i realized, yes, it was raining. hard. i went back to my bed feeling a little cozy. it's good to be put to sleep by the rain after a long summer's month i thought. i went back to bed, hid under my sheets then sighed. then nothing.

my sister woke me up at about 8:30 in the morning, i fell asleep so deep that i forgot that my wake up time was at 5:30. she woke me up saying "kuya, gising ka na, ang lakas ng bagyo, un bubong natin sa grahe bumigay na yung isang poste!" then she followed it with laughters. i was struck at first then i knew everything's gonna be alright because my father had everything in hand. with lesser worries i told her i will go down in a few minutes i'll just charge my phone. she laughed then said "haha! wish mo lang! walang kuryente!! hehe.." what!!! i was caught off guard! i was too lazy to charge the other night so i was left with nothing but a bar that would not even last a day. so i turned it off and put it away and told my self "siguro naman low batt din yung iba kong ka-text hehe. kaya okay lang." that was my consuelo-de-bobo to make my morning better. i said okay, that's normal rain and no power. what else could go wrong? "kuya! wala nga din palang tubig! hehe! igib ka nalang sa ulan!" i was mad! if only i could blow away the storm. where the hell are the members of justice league when you need them!

so i went down with broken dreams and cold feet. i ate breakfast and saw that yep, our garage's roof has fallen dangerously low. our car was out of the garage bathing in caloy's free falling tears from heaven. i knew that surviving the whole afternoon is gonna be a challenge. the threat of boredom, coldness, and hunger (since the sari-sari stores near us did not bother opening, so selfish!) was at hand. i ate and noticed that as i endulged my self to the morning's pandesal and kape, caloy gets even crazier.

half of the day passed. i unseemingly fell asleep over the cold breeze, thunder, lightning and whistling wind inside my room. when i woke up, i was hungry. i felt the need to eat, but there was nothing available but spread and no bread for merienda. my father was too busy to buy bread. so i did. so i did.

i zipped my self up into my brother's eminem jacket, wore a bonet then went out with our big blue umbrella. outside, the wind was even harder than it sounds. plus, droplets of rain were falling faster and harder. i battled through the storm. i felt like paris during the trojan war. my version of helen?, the bread that me and my family would enjoy for merienda. i was wet. no, i was not wet, i was soaked. =)

and so we ate.

hours of more storm passed, my siblings and i tried to make ourselves pre-occupied to fight the boredom inside the house. i was busy reading my anatomy and physiology book. it was no fun. and so i closed my book and reflected on what was happening. outside, caloy gets even more furious, he hits our house with his mighty wind, gracefully showering us with his tears yet our house stands for us. keeps us warm, protects us from the mad fugitive, though it get's hurt and broken, still, it does not give up. who says the rain could be so boring?

now the rain has stopped. the wind blows gently now. i hope it is over. is it?