Alone in the rain

It’s been raining the past week and I can’t help but get emotional about it. I always loved the rain but I really never told anyone the real reason behind it. It’s the closest thing to snow. For a guy who lives in the tropics, some find this weird but that’s who I am. I haven’t given up hope though. I still believe that I will one day go to a place where I can feel, see and touch snow. A dream of my mother’s now mine.

Its funny that despite all that has happened in the past, one could not forget nor easily sway away the time when things were different. People come and go and eventually they forget that one memory that they so cherished once upon a time. As karma makes its full circle, years later they realize how dear this memory is.

Life is really a mysterious thing…