Rain has always been a catalyst for deep thought and reflection for me. 
I remember when I was a little boy how I would observe the rain and watch how the environment could change. I was brought back to some of these thoughts as I drove home in the midst of the pouring rain.
Here I was, maneuvering my way through the dark sections of Commonwealth Avenue, with my vigilant eyes focused on the road to see the pedestrians illegally crossing the highway, and I was thinking…” I miss the rain..”
It has been raining for more than a week and yet, I am missing the rain.
These days, when the rain comes, it is no longer about classes being suspended for me.
It is no longer about the peaceful sleep I get when it rains as I am cuddled in bed reading an old Tom Sawyer book.
It is no longer about a freshly harvested corn that my parents would boil and then wake us up in the afternoon for a hot – corn-on -the cob merienda. Or a hot steamy chocolate waiting for me as I finish reading Gulliver’s Travels.
There are times when as a young boy, I would always love to play in the rain. Having a very protective mother, she would oftentimes forbid us from playing because we might get sick or something. So to this day, whenever it rains, a part of me still wants to come out and just play.
But things have changed when it comes to rain.
Now when it rains, it means flooding in a lot of areas.
This means a lot of vehicles would be stranded causing massive traffic jams. This also means massive number of people waiting on the road for a ride or getting stuck in the middle of these traffic jams.
This means loss of electricity at times and fluctuating internet signals.
This could also mean cancelled appointments, wet socks, wet car brakes (noisy too) and difficult driving conditions.
This could also mean wet documents, dirt on the car, roads made impassable due to floods…
I miss the rain.
I miss the rains of my childhood years….
