Sunday, June 29, 2008

The scent of freshly fallen rain

I don't know what it is about the rain that I love more--- watching it falling from the skies, or the smell of dew that lingers long after the skies have cleared. I'm sitting under a tent in the lawn of a friend's home, resting after having a hearty lunch in celebration of the baptism (binyag) of one of the newborns. In keeping with tradition, the buffet was overflowing. Talk about my favorite lengua, bopis and of course, the traditional lechon.

The rain started to pour right after my boys and I settled down with our plates in one of the tables in the center of our tent. It was the perfect spot to be in in the midst of torrential rain. We ended the meal with mango cake (from Red Ribbon no less) and the rain was still at it. It stopped just before the grass where we were seated got soaked.

I've been tailing the little tyke who has been totally swept off his feet by the baby. They took the baby inside the house again and I let him go there by himself this time. I asked him if he wanted me to have another baby --- and always he was quick to answer no, because I have him already.

The buffet has been cleared and all but the barbecue grill is still churning out food. I took my seat again and decided to sit here awhile and just enjoy the cool breeze...take a moment to smell the air...

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