every time it rains i remember you.
the times with you.
every time it rains, even if it’s raining hard, i’d curse then smile cause i thought of you.
i would think of the times you brought an umbrella and ended up getting wet because you lent it to me.
i would think of the times you braved the flood, offer your hand, and tell me it’s not too deep.
the times we squeezed into each other just to fit to the umbrella when we both got wet anyway.
i thought of when we were held at close proximity by the rain.
pretending we were scared of getting wet,
when in reality it just felt good knowing i was beside you and you were beside me.
and as if the closeness wasn’t enough, i’d get mad at you for getting wet
when all i really wanted was to draw you even closer
and just as we were nearing my place, we’d both do silly things to make the most of the moment
so that it’d be a memorable one. enough to be talked about in the future.
i remember clearly how as we reached my place…
we’d seem to be in a hurry to part ways because of the heavy rain
when it didn’t matter at all since we got to spend a darn long time with each other anyway…
it’s a really silly thought right now, but back then, the rain mattered no more than a word.
and the umbrella was the most divine thing.
God bless the person who invented it.
