The first fall

The rain showered its splendor that night. Like so many days and nights in the past, I’ve always loved the smell of the first fall. At one point, I told my sister how crazy I am with the scent of the rain. She shrugged her shoulders and ignored me. In silence, I muttered: "hmp, walang kwenta". And always, in the quietness of my heart, I'd wish that there would be someone I could share my thoughts about the rain.

The first light rain for this month dropped last Friday. And as the wind brushed softly over my skin and the ground smelled of wet soil, I was sitting in front of the man I adore. With so much eagerness no words came out of my mouth. With nothing to say I held his hand as if the spell of the rain was in me.

Like so many nights in the past, that night the rain showered its first fall I felt joyful. I did not watch the rain alone; I have him to witness the first drop.