Memories of Rain
Of all memories of my childhood, I remember this one clearly:
I was wearing a sleeveless yellow summer dress, with pretty flowery patterns. I was small and skinny; not because of malnutrition, but purely because of my genes. I remember I climbed up to the third floor; the roof of my house. Usually, the place was used to dry clothes. It was raining hard then, and the clotheslines were vacant. And there I was, dancing and twirling alone between the clotheslines, savoring the rain. My hair was waist-length and drenched wet, my feet bare. I laughed mirthfully; the smell of rain filling in every gasp and breath I took like perfume. It was one of the happiest memory I've ever had.
When the rain stopped, I got back indoor. There my mother had prepared hot water for me to take a bath. She said I should do so soon so I wouldn't get a cold. It was pretty normal to me. Later, though, I learned that most other parents would just forbid their children from playing in the rain altogether. I felt grateful; my parents never prevented me from playing with the rain; they gave me the privilege to that joy. However, they still cared for my well-being and did the necessary precautions.
It was one of the best memories ever. Small, short, but happy nonetheless. I think I fell in love with the rain that day. I am still in love.
I was wearing a sleeveless yellow summer dress, with pretty flowery patterns. I was small and skinny; not because of malnutrition, but purely because of my genes. I remember I climbed up to the third floor; the roof of my house. Usually, the place was used to dry clothes. It was raining hard then, and the clotheslines were vacant. And there I was, dancing and twirling alone between the clotheslines, savoring the rain. My hair was waist-length and drenched wet, my feet bare. I laughed mirthfully; the smell of rain filling in every gasp and breath I took like perfume. It was one of the happiest memory I've ever had.
When the rain stopped, I got back indoor. There my mother had prepared hot water for me to take a bath. She said I should do so soon so I wouldn't get a cold. It was pretty normal to me. Later, though, I learned that most other parents would just forbid their children from playing in the rain altogether. I felt grateful; my parents never prevented me from playing with the rain; they gave me the privilege to that joy. However, they still cared for my well-being and did the necessary precautions.
It was one of the best memories ever. Small, short, but happy nonetheless. I think I fell in love with the rain that day. I am still in love.