Manila is very rainy these past days. Five days a week, I cuddle with my daughter at our fifth-floor flat and just do things indoors. Julienne plays with her wooden toys. I draft my second book, send messages to friends that my book is available on the shelves of "My Breathing Space" Novelty Store in Cubao Expo- so please hurry and grab a copy. And, yes- I cook, we eat together, roll around in bed, while the rain raged on. And I would fly downstairs and pick a twig or two from the pocket gardens so she'll have some real leaves drenched in rain. She likes them!
I miss the summer blooms, though. In summer, there are just these light drizzles that quench the flowers, making them even more colorful. Not heavy, gray, rains.
Next door where my brother lives, rainy days are a different thing. He used to sing this song: "Rain, rain go away... goddemit!"
