ONe Rainy Evening

Sometimes when it rains like this, and i have spent a long time browsing the internet that i forget the time of the day, i lost myself in the moment. The sound that the falling rain makes on the rooftops sound the same when im at home in Cotabato City. I almost imagine that if i turn around i will see the huge window in our house that opens to the street, and I'll see people either braving the rain under their umbrellas or riding "traysikad" with white strips of plastic covering the passenger's seat flapping in the wind as they passed by. I will see familiar faces of neighbors and friends i grew up, maybe engage in small talk as they stop and shelter themselves in front of our house and wait for the rain to stop. Then i remember im not home. I'm miles and miles away. And if i turned around i will see nothing but a mirror on the wall and a door that opens to a narrow hall of tiny rooms, the exit of our boarding house and into the concrete jungle that is Cebu.