What happens when it rains?

The day started out early for me today.

I was awaken by the sudden gash of wind touching my feet and by the sound of heavy raindrops on our roof. I smiled, it was raining at last. After long days of dessert-like heat, it was raining. I got up, and did the "morning routine."

I got my book. I have been putting it aside for the past weeks, but now that the weather was good for reading, I won't neglect my literary duties. I sat on my favorite yellow chair near the window and opened the book on page 257. I started reading, but it was not long after I finished page 258 that I found myself looking out the window. I watched the raindrops, they did not mean anything, but they triggered something in me: nostalgia. I let my mind wander to a place I so long to see again.

It was a rainy day, 17th of June, 2006. It was the first day of my college years. I was an awkward 16 year old girl then (and still an awkward person now). I can still remember what I felt then: a mixture of excitement, fear, and hope. The usual feeling of any freshman students. I remember how silent I was that time. I did not commit much to any conversations then. I was like a monosyllabic robot consumed by awe and anxiety. I could not remember the details that happened that day. But there was one thing that I remembered well. I asked myself, "Will I be able to graduate on time?" I had only one goal then: to graduate on time (and just move on).

Looking back, I had not known better. I was innocent and ignorant. Oh how I wish to go back to college days and just waste my youth with vices. Everything was simple. Just like high school without the drama and shit.

I was taken back to reality when the rain touched my face. All was just a memory of yesterday. Oh how I wish.