With the shifting weather conditions, it’s undeniable that one becomes more prone to sickness. Even if one takes the prescribed vitamins that supposedly change your body into a medieval armor, one still becomes sick as a dog when the flu hits.
As I write this, the steady patter of rain on our boarding house’s tin roof joins the rhythm of my noisy tapping on my laptop’s keyboard. The erratic rain these past few days has been a relief from the unbearable heat.
But I must admit: I currently hold a tiny grudge against these tiny droplets as they are the cause of my current cold.
After days of covering the elections, watching men in uniform and patiently waiting for officials to get the much needed interviews, all under the unpredictable weather conditions, it doesn’t take long for me to fall under the spell of a runny nose and a sore throat.
This just proves that even the strongest medieval armors and vitamins cannot withstand nature’s oh-so wonderful weather conditions.
Thus with a fever, a pile of used tissues and cough medicine, I slowly bid farewell to summer and count the days when school comes around.
This is just peachy.
I do hope, however, that it continues to rain. Nothing is better than taking a break from work, from household chores or summer assignments and jumping into a puddle and splashing around.
I never have been a beach bum, so while others love to kick around sand and feel these tiny grains between their toes, I’d much rather kick puddles and watch rainwater fly through the air and feel wet grass between my toes.
There is always a sense of freedom when one stands underneath a heavy downpour and time just seems to stop. There’s always that cleansing feeling that comes along while standing in the rain.
It’s funny. As little children, when we stood underneath the rain it was all fun and games. Now that we are – ehem – slightly older, standing in the rain holds a more prolific meaning to it.
Annoyingly enough, even the way we perceive rain has become an age indicator. The older we get, the more poetic and symbolic rain becomes. Yet at the same time, the rain brings us back to our childhood. It’s when our childish tendencies come out and we want nothing more than to get wet, get scolded and kick puddles until our socks get soaked.
