Ombrophile

This was the closest I could get to what I wanted as a title for my entry. Ombrophile is a term associated with plants who thrive in the rain. I don't know much about the word, but it certainly describes a certain type of people who enjoy the rain. Not just being in the rain, but the entirety of it.

The sound of raindrops clinking and clanking against everything it falls onto, the smell of the moist air, drifting along as the breezes carry it throughout the fields. The chill in the air as you walk by, the way each drop tickles the skin like microscopic kisses from the heavens. The sight of the mist faintly framing your surroundings, giving it a certain glow against the overcast sky.

Moreover, it's also the feelings of nostalgia, longing,  and melancholy, among many others, that make the rain that much special to some people. Many things have happened on a rainy day. Many coffee cups were shared, many warm embraces were given, many tears were shed. We can all agree that the rain reminds us of certain people, certain places, and certain events that impacted us in a way only we hold as significant.

I love the rain because it takes me back to a lot of things that have made an impression in me that I can only clearly remember whenever it pours down. The coldness of the atmosphere whilst being pressed against someone I once loved, your arms wrapped around each other as we held each other close, watching people shuffling inside that crammed bus. The slippery pavement as I walked home, with bags in tow, coming home from a long day in college, almost falling asleep from exhaustion. The way each droplet dances against the big glass walls of the coffee shop as I wait for my warm cup of coffee, while a past love clings to me, sharing the warmth of each other's smile and company. The sound of tires rolling down the road as I sat one evening in a jeepney as it made its way through the city, heading toward home where my siblings and parents wait for me.

But it's not only the things that the rain does that holds a special meaning to me, but what it leaves behind as well. The overcast sky, not too bright and not too dark, emulates how I express myself often. The glistening of everything the rain had touched, droplets slowly drying up as the sky gives way to sunlight. Rainbows in the sky, painting a joyous sight, as if the world itself is trying to cheep you up. I guess the reason I love the rain is the fact that it passed and encourages one that this too shall pass, and a bright light will soon right after.

Oh how I love the rain, and everything it brings along with it.