wet monday mornings....

it has been a very rainy and wet monday morning.

i spent my last hours in Pampanga sitting on a badly beaten old chair by our second floor window. i can see the my cats, furrier than usual because of the cold weather curled up on the gate's posts watching the kids getting soaked under the rain, while one of them was all balled up on top of the car keeping up with his daily routine of sleeping. i can see our do, also watching the kids helplessly from afar; kids, which on a normal day he would bark at, hunt, chase and run after to shoo them away from his territory. it was raining, he can't get to them, at least not today.

it is pouring really hard. it's really nice.
the sight of hard rain and soft cool breeze blowing plants and trees to a dance just gives me a very comforting feeling... i can see small puddles on the people-free street swelling up, small streams of rainwater running by the sidewalk canals, hear rain thumping overhead our rooves, smell the wet plants' and ground soil's garden scents... ah... nice, just nice...

it was such a good morning... i love rain.