In the afternoon, dark clouds gather over the little mountain city of Bontoc. People carry umbrellas and walk with hurried steps, eager to reach their desinations before the rain begins. At first, there is just a sprinkle which serves as a warning to the remaining stragglers to either open their umbrellas or seek shelter. Then it pours, giving new meaning to the word rain. The wind howls around the houses. The sun may shine during this downpour, giving false hope to those who have not yet experienced the mysterious ways of the rainy season. Finally the rain lets up and children rush outside to inspect the puddles the rain left.
Love,
Adriana
Thursday, July 31, 2008
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3 comments:
i don't know what i want to say, but i do know that i want to say hi and i love you. i also like your rain, rain, and more rain writing! miss you guys!
Excellent writing, Adriana. I can almost feel the rain!
Hey Adriana!
Sooo happy to see you sharing with us your God-given gift! I actually felt like I was getting wet while reading your post! Still catching up, but your pictures were awesome as well! Love to everyone,
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