Rainy Days...



 I do not know about you but I just love rain. I rather it rain everyday than having sunny days. When I was growing up in the Philippines, monsoon months are my favourite. We do not have 4 seasons like we do in Australia (and in Melbourne, where I live, it can be 4 seasons in one day!)  but over in the Philippines - WET and DRY  describes the weather.

I do not like umbrellas though. I have this annoying habit of losing them and over all I realized it was not worth the effort and the scolding (after losing it the nth time) so up to now I am not a brolly fan. I do have to use it occasionally like when I have to arrive decent to an appointment, other than that I do not care if I got wet.

I also do not like the song "Rainy days and Mondays always get me down". Why? Monday is the start of the week after a break and rain, rain gives life to plants and make frogs sing:-)

I like the sound it makes on tin roof and its pitter-patter transports me back to happy times.

In my childhood home, I have wonderful memories of my mother coming in the bedroom in the middle of a stormy night. We always have our windows open for fresh air and wind always let the rain in. When thunder wakes me up, I hid under the blankets and won't get up to close the windows. But Mama, always - right on cue - would enter the room, close the jalousies and tuck me right back in.

I do not know if she knew I was awake, but every time it rains, I know Mama would come and close my windows. Then I can always go back to peaceful sleep.

She has gone back to Heavenly Father now, but inside my heart I know that she is out there looking after us and making sure we are always dry, warm, safe and happy.

I miss you very much Ma. ♥

The sound of her
Silk skirt has
stopped.
On the marble
pavement dust grows.
Her empty room is
cold and still.
Fallen leaves are
piled against the doors.
Longing for that lovely lady
How can I bring my
aching heart to rest?

♥ c. 57 BC

Mothers

When I have extra time, I make hot chocolate and let my mind wander.

 I take myself back to when my family was complete. It is so hard to talk about my father, mother and elder brother in the past tense. I really miss them.

Most especially Mama when I am unwell. She may not be here next to me, but she is never far away. Ma always seem to make us feel better with just a touch of her hand, an embrace and kiss on our foreheads. I can hear her laughter and I can still hear her voice telling me everything will be okay. I miss talking to her on the phone. She always regale me with her stories of how everyone is. She tells me about her plans and her wishes. Only those who have lost a most beloved loved one can understand the longing in my heart.

The sound of her
Silk skirt has
stopped.
On the marble
pavement dust grows.
Her empty room is
cold and still.
Fallen leaves are
piled against the doors.
Longing for that lovely lady
How can I bring my
aching heart to rest?

♥ Chinese Poet c. 57 BC


With so much to say, let me just share with you this timeless video of Sheri Dew's conference talk a few years ago.

One day, in that place of no goodbyes I shall see you again. God be with you until then, my Mama, my Papa, my Mano...