This morning as I switched on the radio, the dj was reading a text message from one of her avid listeners. She read, “If you only counted on the sun to be happy, then maybe no one’s ever told you about dancing in the rain.” Wow, I thought, what a nice thought to get one to start the day.
It was raining when I woke up, the first thing I thought of was, I hope today I could sleep in just for a bit longer. But of course I couldn’t. I have work today and there’s a lot I have to do. One is I have to hand-in my resignation and two is start my review.
I used to hate the rain. Hate as in, if I woke up and it was raining, I would find no point in getting up at all. I just want the day to go by hoping that the nest would be a bright and sunny one.
I would also worry about how it soiled my jeans and my shoes, having to commute was very much of a hassle when it rained. Holding all your stuff and an umbrella while walking slowly to your destination, just so your umbrella (ela ela ey) won’t be blown away by the wind and so that the mud won’t get “sprinkled” at the back of your jeans.
The transition from absolutely abhorring the rain to actually loving in came slowly and quite pleasantly. Kyle loves the rain. He loves staying at home or even working when it rains. He loves how cool it is and how drowned out the sun is when it rains. My two friends since kindergarten both love the rain. Ruby, always thought of having ice cream despite her being lactose-intolerant when it rained. Sheila loves the rain. Even when we were kids. I remember I used to like it when it rained heavily and I didn’t have to do my laundry then. My cousins and I would run around our garden bathing in the rain. That was the only memory of me loving the rain, for a long time. Not since Kyle has unconsciously convinced me into thinking that the rain’s not all that bad 
A day before Kyle and I became boyfriend and girlfriend, (we were still in high school) we went to their school’s sports fest being held in Abellana. We drove around looking for a parking spot and traffic was so heavy that time, he wanted to find a parking spot closest to the Sports Complex. The best we could get was about a few blocks away. We were walking on our way to the sports complex when it started to drizzle. He was worried about me, but he didn’t know that I didn’t mind being in the rain because he was with me.
Almost a month ago, June 23rd, we had dinner at Acqua in Shangrila Mactan. It was raining really hard when we were on our way from the parking lot to the resto. I didn’t mind at all because I was delighted to be there having dinner with him in the restaurant somewhere near the beach. Again, Kyle was worried because he knew how I felt about the rain. He was planning to stay have one of the tables outside but I wanted the one inside because there were fewer people there. We ate had dinner and we talked and laughed. We had such a pleasant day before that evening and it was even getting better that night. After a lot of good laughs I almost always found myself telling him “Hay Kyle you always make me so happy.” Then he would always smile back at me and not say a word. That look he gives makes me feel very happy inside. The rain continued to pour and I was looking out the window and looking at the rain. Staring outside I blurted out “Kyle I hate how you’re seated all the way there (across the table) I wish you could move your chair closer to me but I’m afraid we would be blocking the way. Then, Kyle stood up from his chair walked over to me and said, “Shant, I’ve been waiting for the right time to say this and I think that time is now.” He got on his knee, holding out a ring he said “Shant, will you marry me?” I was crying and tears kept streaming down my face. I knew we were planning to get married but by golly! Having things done this way is far more… flattering I was so happy I couldn’t say a word I just kept smiling and I didn’t want to have kneel there for so long so I kissed him and said yes while nodding my head in a little short for a head bang manner.
As we left the restaurant, the waiters and waitresses were all smiles. I still haven’t stopped smiling then. The rain still kept on pouring. But I was the happiest girl alive! We stayed in the lobby waiting for the rain to slow down. He got an umbrella from the concierge and went to off to pick up the car leaving me at the entrance still smiling, but looking down on my feet. All soiled and wet. Ruining my open-toed sandals. But I was still all smiles. Then his car came around to pick me up. He told me it was good thing he left me there to wait. The parking lot’s water was up to here (ngye you can’t see). My feet were getting wrinkled, my sandals were soaking wet, my pants were drenched too, but my finger was iced! 
On a night like that, nothing would have ruined it, even the rain. In fact, the rain made it even more special.
