it's raining.

[luvaladings]

this year's raya felt as sombre as the black outfits we wore.
it did not rain then, but today it is. somehow the magic, the wonderment diminished.
maybe because we have aged, and we feel indifferent as every year we go through the same routine.
we don't plan, they just happen, second nature, year after year. almost natural.

during these moments of syawal.
moving on from the celebratory joy to the reminiscence.
the passing, they left. at the morning prayers, the list keeps getting longer.
the physical presence, slowly disappear.