tag-ulan

there is something very beautiful about the rain. i have no idea if it lies in the single drops of water falling by themselves from a home we cannot touch, or if it is in the grandiose display of light-bending droplets showering a large expanse of earth in a single moment, in the arrest of which you would find different droplets at different levels of falling. Or maybe the beauty lies in the mystery of where the water came from; in how the water falling where we are could have come from a source more than a hundred miles from where it eventually falls.

or maybe the beauty in rain is in not knowing what makes it beautiful, and yet knowing everything at the same time.

i reserve a soft spot in my heart for frolicking in the rain. a certain joy washes over me as i step into the cold shower fully clothed and fully consenting, without a care as to whether people around will perceive me as a lunatic or retarded or simply crazy. why would i care what they thought of me? why would i care if they saw a developmentally regressing person, when i know that the child-like wonder arises from deep within because of the literal washing the rain brings? why would i care if they saw the unsightly curves that spring out from beneath the water-soaked shirt and shorts, when i know that the body that they see is still just the surface of the reality that is concealed beneath the layers of walls i have managed to put up, both voluntarily and involuntarily?

i do not walk around in the rain to make people notice. i bask in the cold slaps of water on my face because it reminds me that my God can embrace me physically. as the water drenches my skin and hair and clothes, i am awed at how God can drench our entire selves so very completely that we could be wrung out and His Spirit would overflow.

the rain reminds me.

sino nga naman ba ang hindi mapapasayaw niyan sa ulan? :)