Raindrop

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Raindrops are falling on my head

And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed

Nothing seems to fit

Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

Is it just me or is there something about the rain? Like, it makes me feel nostalgic and cozy in all the right ways. A little drizzle of rain, a cup of sweet tea; what a lovely scenario to unwind and breath.

Growing up, I used to hate rain. I despise everything and anything related to rain. Just the aspect of not going outside because of pouring water is such a mood breaker. As I child, there is no more important thing than playing with your friends and anything that would stop me from doing that is a big no-no.

But as time passes by, my hate relationship with the rain slowly diminish. I grew a liking towards rain. Imagine having no class because of a mundane reason; it’s heaven bro. I did love rain this time due to a superficial reason, a reason that the rain didn’t bring. I enjoyed rain in the aspect that it creates another day of no school; more time to play and fool around.

As I was having this free time during rainy days, I often found myself sitting near the windowpane and watching as the sky cry itself to sleep. It was luring, the ambiance that the tapping sound of the raindrop made as it hits the roof of my house. At first, I thought it was just boredom, I’m trapped inside the house and lesser things can be done, that’s what my intuition tells me. There was nothing in the rain aside from having no class; that was my mantra to combat these thoughts about the alluringness of a downpour.

Now that I am fairly an adult, looking back on my relationship with these tears of the sky was interesting. I do now enjoy raindrop that keeps pouring on my window sill, not because of boredom but because it sends me into nostalgia or any mood literally that makes me cozy.

Rain makes me want to lie in my bed all day, listen to some chill bops while cuddling with someone. Well, I don’t have someone to cuddle with so, I think my pillows will suffice to give me some warmth. It also brings the inner peace that I need in this turmoil I am living with. Rains slow everyone and everything down and it’s for good.

But well, who am I to judge. I’m just a simple boy using my voice to raise awareness that reciprocates as rants and raves. – NWI