The silver raindrops started falling down, softening the blistering heat of the sun. The chill is already in the atmosphere emanating a much colder breeze. The increasing croak of frogs and the sound of crickets is orchestrating at night. Time shifted a real quick leaving summer no trace.
Rainy season in the Philippines had finally taken its turn and most of the people especially the farmers have been patiently waiting for the hefty dose of rainfall to start on their fields.
Just recently, I paid a visit to a nearby farm and it’s nice to see that the fields once covered by golden hay were now replaced by newly sprouting green plants. The soil which suffered a short-term drought has been nourished again, making it more suitable for farming.
Like the plants on the field that needs sustenance from the rain, I too have the same yearnings as them. I have been in drought these past few months that my will to write was put to a halt. Unwanted circumstances came along my way, those inevitable sorts of drawbacks in life that weakens someone’s strength.
Two months had passed and we got robbed. Certain amount of cash and valuables were taken away from us. My digital camera which was so precious to me and to my blog was never spared. (Thanks for the several years of service in each of my posts, farewell to you).
Two months had passed and my brother who’s in my guardianship lost his job. Of course, that would mean more workloads for me. I have juggled overtime work so we would not hit the rock bottom. I rarely have a free time because my work consumes most of it. I can’t even touch my pen and write my thoughts. Situations in life like this were utterly tiring but giving up is never a choice.
I was like wrinkling then, just like those plants during summer. All I need is rain, a little rain of inspiration so I could grow anew.