Seasonal
Darkness hovers outside my window as I spotted a thunder storm brewing in the East. Lightning crossed the grey-violet evening sky as flashes of bright white light occasionally filled the horizon just behind the trees, which are now but silhouettes turned dark by the night.
Gusty winds blew haphazardly and shook the stillness of the trees' leaves. The rustling of the leaves added rhythm to the sound of objects flying and hitting the roofs of my neighbors' houses and to the rumbling of the dark clouds approaching me.
Amidst this action, there was a creepy silence that hang floating in the air.
There was something about the scene outside my window that frightened me. It felt as though an impending doom far greater than natural seasonal change was about to take place. Visions of high-magnitude earthquakes that will hit Manila echoed in my head.
The Apocalypse?
I prayed not. Begged of it not to come. I prayed again, but now of stronger faith.
Then, it came. The sound of a thousand drops of water splintering against the earth hit my ear as gusts of it breathed on my face from outside the window. Behind it, a cool breeze filled my nose with the sweet smell of fresh earth. Now, except for the occasional lightning, total darkness has fallen outside. A downpour of heavy rain has conquered the night sky. Meanwhile, clouds crackled happily, announcing its victory.
The rainy seasons have begun. I welcome its arrival humbly, ashamed of my thoughts.
With sensibility regained, I am confident it will stay to battle the wrath of El NiƱo in the coming days.
