The sound of rain was pounding thru the roof hard, there is a slight melancholy to its sound making you doubt to go out and have fun. I stared at Dana, my small yet trusted motorcycle, Shall we ride today?with the crack of lightning, I guess not for today, something i barely refuse, riding in the rain.
I do ride my motorcycles rain or shine, its refreshing riding in the rain, that exhilarating scent of water coming from the sky, almost similar to how good it feels if you smell freshly ground coffee on those cold december mornings.
The sound of raindrops tapping violently on your helmet, that exciting beats of water, having their own melody accompanied by the swish of wind you hear, an orchestra for your own pleasure I must say.
The addictive adrenaline rush that you feel knowing that one overlooked decision might be your last. A rush that keeps you on the edge.As you push yourself harder to ride in the drizzling rain. A constant pull between life and death , between rage and calm.
But not today, for some reason, I decided to supress the urge to play in the rain,with a deep frown in my face knowing I would miss the grand performance of the rain today, and. go thru hell with the city traffic a 15minute travel on a bike is an easy 2 hour commute sitting idle on some strangers vehicle with. another stranger, I pray that whoever i sit with doesnt smell like hell. I grabbed my phone, wallet and a fancy pink umbrella and threaded the rain.
Stood by the waiting shed and waited for the cursed ride to arrive, after a few minutes
it stopped right in front of me.
Shit! I almost blurted out, I saw the summer in the middle of a typhoon,even on that gloomy, rainy day her radiance immediately filled every inched of my soul, creeped every crevice on my body. Her warmth was unlike any other I have ever experienced. It was like finding the sun the first time my entire life.
There she was sitting in front of me, skin as pale and yellowish as a Chinese woman, it. looked so smooth and soft very much like porcelain as if her skin would shatter to a. thousand pieces if hands like mine, unrefined, unworthy to touch them.
Eyes like arrows that pierce through you, eyes that would know all of those darkest secrets you hide.
Those deep drown eyes would later on see all through the bullshit I have, all the darkest secrets and fears, would still love me after everything and wouldnt falter. Eyes that would see me as I am and not be afraid to be judged or misunderstood.
Huge breast,(oh come on I am a guy). Bosoms that would comfort me like how a mother comforts an infant, solidarity in her bosoms.
An exquisite line of smile. A very innocent unassuming smile, a smile that I later on in life would comfort me through all the pains and hardships in life. A smile that will forever be etched in my memory.
I would be a fool if I just stared at her. I said to my self, if she drops off the at the same place where I was going, id make a move..
Never have I believed in Fate,but today lets tempt her.
"MRT" I said,then alighted the FX, and lo behold there she was,glistening in the rain.
Damn in I whispered,took a deep breath.
Miss you do look strikingly familiar
ikaw din she said, and boy did I see angels smiling and singing that moment.
Can I have your number,maybe we can hang out later this afternoon
0xxxxxxx
Later on that night we grabbed dinner and coffee, our first date, Mcdonalds, the poormans elegant diner, the first of many and as the legends would say, the rest is history.
That was 7 years ago.
Now every time it rains I cant seem to stop myself from drifting and drowning in my thoughts, always thinking of that fatefulday I met my wife, best friend, confidant.
Adrenaline was not there anymore.Everything was dull
The rain was not as inviting as it used to be,it seems that the rain turned its back on. me. The smell of rain doesn't attract me as it did the past years, all I can smell right now is her scent, that aroma that I have grown accustomed to the past years, the smell of her everytime a day started and ended.
I couldnt hear the orchestra music that the rain once produced and used to dance with. all I can hear is her cries of pain on those months she was battling her sickness.
I could not even remember the sound of her laughter all I hear is her voice calling out my name in pain.
On the days where the sun stood bright. Despite all the blinding light I feel myself caught up in the never ending darkness, fallinh to a deep abyss of nothingness.
Drifting with all the guilt.
I do blame myself, for not loving her enough, not saying I love her everytime I had the chance, instead i choose to hold my stupid phone.
I wish I hugged her everytime she complained about the pain she felt,instead I cowardly turned away because I couldnt bear seeing her that way.
I wish I have done the chores, instead I allowed her to still make food for me.
I wish I said I love you to her atleast one last time and I can hear her say it back.
On her last hours on earth, I wasn't there, I was asleep, sleeping soundly back at home clutching our pillow while she was in the hospital suffering clutching on to no one.
I could have been there. I should have been there...
I should have held her hands on her last breath,
I could have said I love you one last time...
Instead, all I was able to kiss and hug was her lifeless body, nothing but an empty shell. The light that once guided me in life, faded from her eyes.
All the vibrance that made me who I am today, gone from her smile
All that radiance gone just like that...
7 years seemed like a dream, a short and. wonderful dream.
I do ride my motorcycles rain or shine, its refreshing riding in the rain, that exhilarating scent of water coming from the sky, almost similar to how good it feels if you smell freshly ground coffee on those cold december mornings.
The sound of raindrops tapping violently on your helmet, that exciting beats of water, having their own melody accompanied by the swish of wind you hear, an orchestra for your own pleasure I must say.
The addictive adrenaline rush that you feel knowing that one overlooked decision might be your last. A rush that keeps you on the edge.As you push yourself harder to ride in the drizzling rain. A constant pull between life and death , between rage and calm.
But not today, for some reason, I decided to supress the urge to play in the rain,with a deep frown in my face knowing I would miss the grand performance of the rain today, and. go thru hell with the city traffic a 15minute travel on a bike is an easy 2 hour commute sitting idle on some strangers vehicle with. another stranger, I pray that whoever i sit with doesnt smell like hell. I grabbed my phone, wallet and a fancy pink umbrella and threaded the rain.
Stood by the waiting shed and waited for the cursed ride to arrive, after a few minutes
it stopped right in front of me.
Shit! I almost blurted out, I saw the summer in the middle of a typhoon,even on that gloomy, rainy day her radiance immediately filled every inched of my soul, creeped every crevice on my body. Her warmth was unlike any other I have ever experienced. It was like finding the sun the first time my entire life.
There she was sitting in front of me, skin as pale and yellowish as a Chinese woman, it. looked so smooth and soft very much like porcelain as if her skin would shatter to a. thousand pieces if hands like mine, unrefined, unworthy to touch them.
Eyes like arrows that pierce through you, eyes that would know all of those darkest secrets you hide.
Those deep drown eyes would later on see all through the bullshit I have, all the darkest secrets and fears, would still love me after everything and wouldnt falter. Eyes that would see me as I am and not be afraid to be judged or misunderstood.
Huge breast,(oh come on I am a guy). Bosoms that would comfort me like how a mother comforts an infant, solidarity in her bosoms.
An exquisite line of smile. A very innocent unassuming smile, a smile that I later on in life would comfort me through all the pains and hardships in life. A smile that will forever be etched in my memory.
I would be a fool if I just stared at her. I said to my self, if she drops off the at the same place where I was going, id make a move..
Never have I believed in Fate,but today lets tempt her.
"MRT" I said,then alighted the FX, and lo behold there she was,glistening in the rain.
Damn in I whispered,took a deep breath.
Miss you do look strikingly familiar
ikaw din she said, and boy did I see angels smiling and singing that moment.
Can I have your number,maybe we can hang out later this afternoon
0xxxxxxx
Later on that night we grabbed dinner and coffee, our first date, Mcdonalds, the poormans elegant diner, the first of many and as the legends would say, the rest is history.
That was 7 years ago.
Now every time it rains I cant seem to stop myself from drifting and drowning in my thoughts, always thinking of that fatefulday I met my wife, best friend, confidant.
Adrenaline was not there anymore.Everything was dull
The rain was not as inviting as it used to be,it seems that the rain turned its back on. me. The smell of rain doesn't attract me as it did the past years, all I can smell right now is her scent, that aroma that I have grown accustomed to the past years, the smell of her everytime a day started and ended.
I couldnt hear the orchestra music that the rain once produced and used to dance with. all I can hear is her cries of pain on those months she was battling her sickness.
I could not even remember the sound of her laughter all I hear is her voice calling out my name in pain.
On the days where the sun stood bright. Despite all the blinding light I feel myself caught up in the never ending darkness, fallinh to a deep abyss of nothingness.
Drifting with all the guilt.
I do blame myself, for not loving her enough, not saying I love her everytime I had the chance, instead i choose to hold my stupid phone.
I wish I hugged her everytime she complained about the pain she felt,instead I cowardly turned away because I couldnt bear seeing her that way.
I wish I have done the chores, instead I allowed her to still make food for me.
I wish I said I love you to her atleast one last time and I can hear her say it back.
On her last hours on earth, I wasn't there, I was asleep, sleeping soundly back at home clutching our pillow while she was in the hospital suffering clutching on to no one.
I could have been there. I should have been there...
I should have held her hands on her last breath,
I could have said I love you one last time...
Instead, all I was able to kiss and hug was her lifeless body, nothing but an empty shell. The light that once guided me in life, faded from her eyes.
All the vibrance that made me who I am today, gone from her smile
All that radiance gone just like that...
7 years seemed like a dream, a short and. wonderful dream.
Last edited:
