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Hello! I know it's been awhile since I last wrote (exclusively) for this little space in the internet. To the very few ones who read this blog, thanks! It's my pleasure to be read by you, I wish we could write to each other because I wanna hear from you too.

Today, I have been receiving plenty of calls from those that I know.To my recognition, three calls are already more than enough for a normal day. But anyway I received a lot of text messages too: from my brother, my mother, my sister, and friends..and receiving a lot of those only means that there is an ongoing typhoon.

Today I woke up while it was raining and the sky was as dark as how last night appeared to be. It was 6am and the sun was supposed to illuminate the sky, but it didn't.

I then prepared for everything and went outside home and rode a jeep. I sat beside a woman who looked like she had totally soaked herself up with all the rain outside, even though she had an umbrella. I felt bad that I was dry and too cautious for the rain..and then I sat beside that woman. The driver gave her ten pesos, but she returned five. She said it was more than the supposed change. She was really honest; the rain was soothing..and then the fatherly man in a blue polo nodded his head as he saw her good deed. And then the rain had even grown more soothing.

To be honest, I love rainy days now..in a sense that they love me back. Sometimes they could be too much, but what are we when they're gone? We know rain because rainy days have a power. People should love water because what they see when it's raining is who they are when they are sad.