habag at alat

when i was in high school i wrote a poem that got published in our school organ with the title "ulan". anybody would guess that it  was a melodramatic piece, something about a  young lady taking a peek from a window, watching the raindrops or the dark clouds hanging somewhere, picture- beauty, and how she got awed in the whole sequence of nature's wonders. but it wasn't like that, not even close to it. it was about me praying mindlessly for the rain to pour out, big time, and waiting for, back then DECS to announce the suspension of classes. i was not expecting that my journalism teacher  would agree  to have it printed along with my essay about eminem and andrew e. i was an evil and all i cared was to see on  TV the magical report about "no class today, all levels in metro manila". but i remember there was a realization at the end of my poem, and the conclusion of my drama was that i knew and all aware that my simple wish of gigantic rains would equal to destruction, lives lost. it was around 2000,when i wrote that poem and i used to think that same year was the end of the world. and looking back, nothing has changed. rain will come and go every year and will leave us gripping for our lives. three presidents... i don't know but rainwater and politics must be synonymous that the failure of one is failure of the other, sad to say, during rainy season, we are all sinking and gasping for our breath-- i know there are many of things that encompass the entire issue of flood, disaster control or lack of those ,and sad to say, during rainy season, things are always uncontrollable. moving on, i would not make sense if i still continue to write about politics, since i have not even experienced to cast any vote during past elections though i tried but lots of things prevented me to participate and exercise the fundamental of democracy. it's very obvious that i'm trying hard to be politically correct.

i appreciate the normalcy inside our home despite the heavy rain outside. i sent messages to my friends last sunday, to enjoy the day because it was sun day in spite of drizzle. a friend messaged back with a comment that i should not abhor the shower but to appreciate both shine and water. i replied back that it was a figure of speech. not sure if my friend would still be glad with the ongoing heavy rainfall. this is no more a kind of metaphor but what is happening is raw and what we deem to be real. we are being washed away and being cleansed of some sort, either physically or mentally as we reflect with how we stay afloat after all these events or maybe we don’t really ponder at all so long as we are not directly affected. how i must end this piece of non sense? should i include a prayer or some bible verses? put some words of hope? or close with an inspirational quotation? or to kill this text with  some facts of horrible deaths flashing on the news? lots of ways to end the misery, or some recurring day and nightmares – but most of the time, we just let things get drowned and wait for the sun to show up and dry our souls and spirits and bring back the light that keeps us alive.