The rain.

Written in 2025, 14th of July.

Monday, somewhere around 3 in the afternoon. It's hot, even though it is already July—rainy season. Well, my cousins, even my sister is out on the high school and elemtary nearby. They started their classes this past month, while mine, would be this upcoming August—as a freshman college—still a month left. Having nothing much to do, I'm usually on the living room on the afternoon. I can't take a nap in my bed, it is blazingly hot inside like I'm in a sauna, yet I don't even know how hot inside sauna is—much likely, our bedroom is significantly hotter.

I made a coffee.

Then, it rained.

The sound of raindrops hitting the thin roof of our house, little-by-little getting louder. I got off the chair, then go to our garage. I put my head on my crossed arm laid above the gate which is almost the same height as my shoulder. I stared on the rain slowly getting heavier...It's just so majestic. I like rain, and I mean it...no, I don't just like it, but I LOVE it. It gives me a feeling or serenity, a peace that I cannot explain through words.

I like rain so much that I always look forward to it every single day, especially in the afternoon. Although, that might sounds selfish to many...others might say "Won't you think of others...how about those ones who is out and need to work, or those beggars whom doesn't have a shelter?". Yes!...I feel pity to them, really. It's just that, I love rain, even though the reality that many people doesn't like rain as much as I do.
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