No Class Blast!
The pattering sequence of the rain didn't help the children's misery.
Yes their class were suspended.
Yes they could spend all day at home.
Yes they had a great sleep because of the cold and damp air and the warmth of their blankets.
Yes their mother cooked a hearty meal worthy to be critiqued as five star.
But it was a boring, no classes day. Too boring. Dead boring.
The two looked out on their parents' room on the second floor. Two birds were taking shelter from the rain. They were drying themselves by shaking their bodies from their beaks to their tails. The children let out a deep sigh. They didn't expect this day to be too dull. Duller than listening to their respective English teachers' lecture on nouns, pronouns and adjectives. They wished school wasn't cancelled and they rarely wish that way!
Another deep and long sigh.
The birds now slightly dry quickly perched on a hole in their roof. It was a bird-made home when they, someday, will raise their young ones to be the best chirping birds on the whole block.
That rain's patter continued. It seems that a long day is waiting for the children after all.
Still staring outside, it seemed that the branches of the trees swayed gracefully as if dancing with the wind. The branches represented a female dancer being led by the wind, the male dancer.
The children, more bored than ever let out the deepest sigh with a hint of irritation and annoyance. They know they can't let this day pass without having fun. Forget homeworks, forget book exercises, forget formal themes, forget recitations. This, this is the day that they should forget everything academic. For the meantime.
They looked around their parent's room for something to tinkle and toy around. They found none. They stared outside again. And when they did, the children noticed something different; the rains' patter seemed to have become wilder, more spontaneous; the winds' dance seemed to have become more artistic, bolder; the trees' branches seemed to have become more expressive, more outburst of emotion.
With a sudden burst of an idea the older child grabbed the younger one by the arm and the two ran from their parents' room down to the staircase towards the garage and out on the street. The older kid let go of the younger child and and both lifted hands as if trying to embrace something in mid-air. They also looked up to the dark and gloomy sky as if an apparition floated.
Oh they couldn't be much happier! They were like lunatics flailing their arms with fun and glee. Never mind Leptospirosis or Septicemia. Rushing towards a gutter near their home, they saw how strong the current is flowing from the roof to the pipeline. There they stayed to their hearts' content.
With pessimism turned optimism, they know their long day will be much better the moment they went out. Ah, the youthful energy is something to look forward to. Their smiles, their cheers, their heartfelt laughter. Cherished. Photographed and stored only in their minds. Who cares? They know it is something their adult life won't experience. Near, maybe but not exceeding.
Seeing holes across the street filled with muddy water they tried their best to jump on all of them. Splashing their muddy little feet into the puddles, filling their crummy little toes of muddy goodness. Spa-schpa! Foot scrub to a natural level. For real.
When they noticed that the rainfall was coming to a halt they knew their day had to end. They started screaming and doing a sort of rain dance just like how the American-Indians did to ask for rain on their dry plantation but to no avail. The clouds cleared and the sun showed face, although slightly shadowed by the gray, cumulonimbus clouds but nonetheless it was a farewell to a happy shower.
The two returned home tired and beaten. Their Dad handed them two towels while giving a sermon on not asking permission, playing on the dirty mud and on the acidic rain.
But you know what?
They were all smiles up to ears after the experience. A smile their boring day brought them all because of the boring rain. That boring rain.
Yes their class were suspended.
Yes they could spend all day at home.
Yes they had a great sleep because of the cold and damp air and the warmth of their blankets.
Yes their mother cooked a hearty meal worthy to be critiqued as five star.
But it was a boring, no classes day. Too boring. Dead boring.
The two looked out on their parents' room on the second floor. Two birds were taking shelter from the rain. They were drying themselves by shaking their bodies from their beaks to their tails. The children let out a deep sigh. They didn't expect this day to be too dull. Duller than listening to their respective English teachers' lecture on nouns, pronouns and adjectives. They wished school wasn't cancelled and they rarely wish that way!
Another deep and long sigh.
The birds now slightly dry quickly perched on a hole in their roof. It was a bird-made home when they, someday, will raise their young ones to be the best chirping birds on the whole block.
That rain's patter continued. It seems that a long day is waiting for the children after all.
Still staring outside, it seemed that the branches of the trees swayed gracefully as if dancing with the wind. The branches represented a female dancer being led by the wind, the male dancer.
The children, more bored than ever let out the deepest sigh with a hint of irritation and annoyance. They know they can't let this day pass without having fun. Forget homeworks, forget book exercises, forget formal themes, forget recitations. This, this is the day that they should forget everything academic. For the meantime.
They looked around their parent's room for something to tinkle and toy around. They found none. They stared outside again. And when they did, the children noticed something different; the rains' patter seemed to have become wilder, more spontaneous; the winds' dance seemed to have become more artistic, bolder; the trees' branches seemed to have become more expressive, more outburst of emotion.
With a sudden burst of an idea the older child grabbed the younger one by the arm and the two ran from their parents' room down to the staircase towards the garage and out on the street. The older kid let go of the younger child and and both lifted hands as if trying to embrace something in mid-air. They also looked up to the dark and gloomy sky as if an apparition floated.
Oh they couldn't be much happier! They were like lunatics flailing their arms with fun and glee. Never mind Leptospirosis or Septicemia. Rushing towards a gutter near their home, they saw how strong the current is flowing from the roof to the pipeline. There they stayed to their hearts' content.
With pessimism turned optimism, they know their long day will be much better the moment they went out. Ah, the youthful energy is something to look forward to. Their smiles, their cheers, their heartfelt laughter. Cherished. Photographed and stored only in their minds. Who cares? They know it is something their adult life won't experience. Near, maybe but not exceeding.
Seeing holes across the street filled with muddy water they tried their best to jump on all of them. Splashing their muddy little feet into the puddles, filling their crummy little toes of muddy goodness. Spa-schpa! Foot scrub to a natural level. For real.
When they noticed that the rainfall was coming to a halt they knew their day had to end. They started screaming and doing a sort of rain dance just like how the American-Indians did to ask for rain on their dry plantation but to no avail. The clouds cleared and the sun showed face, although slightly shadowed by the gray, cumulonimbus clouds but nonetheless it was a farewell to a happy shower.
The two returned home tired and beaten. Their Dad handed them two towels while giving a sermon on not asking permission, playing on the dirty mud and on the acidic rain.
But you know what?
They were all smiles up to ears after the experience. A smile their boring day brought them all because of the boring rain. That boring rain.
Honga no. Reminiscing galore. Childhood, past fling-a-ling, etc. I like!
ReplyDeleteGood times! :)
ReplyDeleteI don't experience that now. Hehe.
As they say, we only become a true child once. :) I'll pin you a big shiny star for this essay. Lolz.
ReplyDeletehaha sarap nga maligo sa ulan no? have u tried din na tumapat sa gutter ng bubong? hahah lakas ng tubig kaso nung narealize nmin na puro tae pala ng pusa ung bubong it was too late na bwahaha... i wish i could still go out and enjoy the rain like that! :)
ReplyDelete*Carrie - thanks for liking. I like you too! Hahaha!
ReplyDelete*ruby - we don't experience that now. Well, unless we still think like we're 10 year old kids.
*Mu[g]en - wow! A big shiny star. Can I request something big but not shiny and not a star???
*soltero - that was actually the best part of bathing in the rain! The flow from the gutter towards the feet. Haha! Miss those times. Super.
i got carried away last time hahaha, but this one's labeled fiction too?
ReplyDeleteand yes to pagtatampisaw sa ulan. the last time i did this was during college with my cousin.
...masaya sana kaya lang baka ikamatay ko ang pag ligo sa ulan e. hehehehe Peace
ReplyDelete*orallyours - but thanks for getting carried away. But of course when I say fiction I base it from what I experienced during my childhood years. :)
ReplyDelete*E - I heichu E! HMP! ;)