People who keep umbrellas in their bags are weird. This is one of the many crazy things Christine taught me when we were in college. I don’t know where she got that, but that’s one of the reasons why she never brings umbrella with her. And as a loyal comrade, we both get drenched under the heavy downpour despite the fact that I always bring with me the beloved three-fold umbrella of my mother. I often kid around saying I don’t want the umbrella to get wet; that’s why I kept it in my bag. The rain didn’t bother us so much back then. Such crazy was fun while it lasted.
As kids, we were taught that the rain would make us sick. But what the adults forgot to tell us is that: so does staying indoors. I have survived many downpours and strong winds on major hikes, heck gigantic waves when crossing islands on a stormy weather, but what made me sick was when I stopped my outdoor activities and became a couch potato who spent days marathoning Kdramas while eating junk food at home.
I’m not saying that we have to constantly get wet. But I what I want to point out is that: a little rain won’t hurt. Like flowers, it helps us grow. It cleanses our overpopulated thoughts and blurs the negativities we have in life. The rain is a metaphor of our life – that when the cloud of emotions could no longer hold the weight of pain, discouragement, and self-pity, it’s healthier to let it go.
Dakilanglaagan 