10/15/09

Rainy Days

When it rains, I always have memories of my childhood. People tend to get sick during such weather. Some also hates the wet, humid atmosphere that seemingly makes it oh-so gloomy. However, I always used to love rainy days. Brings back the olden times where my siblings and I would strip half-naked out in the streets and splash around in the gray, beautifully circled pools created by such harsh precipitation. Then we would be forced inside to take warm showers and be engulfed in oversized blankets. The most memorable part of it however was the sweet, chocolate rice porridge. Its luring aroma creates a very pleasant sensation that drives you to believe that it's out of this world. Maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration but when my mom used to make them, it really gave a welcoming impression and a hell of a taste.

But now, with so much more awareness in my surroundings, I rarely appreciate the beauty of little things like rain. As a child, a lot of details fascinated me: the way nature unfolds itself, the seasons, the clockwork of matter and things unexplainable. As I became an adult, everything else that has nothing to do with me became invisible. I no longer question how things work. Instead, I am constantly trying to improve myself in the rich, yet complex, society we must grow to be a part in. The things I do is almost always associated with the question: "How would this benefit me?"

Sometimes, I wish that I could be a child again. A kid with a carefree attitude, an unselfish way of thinking, and very innocent about the chilling world he lives in. Complexity is something that gives me headaches and is a reminder that you are no longer young and sooner or later, you must fend for yourself.

Rainy days does indeed give a melancholy type of feeling. It gives the world a very lonely and depressing existence especially when it is accompanied by thick, dark clouds. But through the mind of my early youth, all I would be thinking about is what rain would taste like when mixed with a warm, chocolaty batch of champorado.

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