pitter patter

i love rain. to me rain will always be pale drops of blood, an epitome of melancholy and pain, but it is also the perfect background music for a first kiss. if you listen carefully, and long enough you'd notice how the pitter-patter sound of rain on wet pavement is the same with the sound of heartbeat inside the chest of a man inlove. rain is both romantic and sad.

i love rain. just not rain in elbi. wet pants and muddy feet don't exactly sum up a good day. i love rain when im stuck at home, nursing a cup of coffee, with a pen and paper ready. it is to me, a sporadic pleasure, enjoyed only when i'm in the mood.

i loved rain that time when we got caught up with it. we ran like crazy, but i prefer to remember it in slow motion kinda like in the movies. we opened our mouths and caught droplets with our tongue. my jeans were getting heavy and so was yours, but we didn't mind. and the running turned to strolling as we both were enjoying how juvenile it was to play in the rain. and the truth is we prolly got sick the next day, but it was worth it. we promised to drop off our things at the apartment and go out again. but we never did. and we never will.

you grew up too fast.

i love the rain. it is both extremely gloomy and romantic. kinda like you.