Revenge of The Storm

09-26-2009 Saturday

Due to the rain that wouldn't stop yesterday after Alex dropped me off at our house, he has no choice but stay for the night. It was my gramma who offered for him to stay and I am glad to have him here. Besides, it's too dangerous for him to drive the motorcycle what's with the rain starting to hit us hard since yesterday afternoon.

I woke up to the sound of the alarm and I dressed up for the worship service. The dawn is filled with gloom and I had a bad feeling that it's gonna rain the entire day. That feeling turned out right.

After we went home from the worship service, Alex is still asleep on the floor where we provided him a blanket and some pillows to sleep on. I smiled to myself and thought of how great it felt to go home and find him there. I still lack sleep so I went back to bed and slept.

When I woke up again, I found him staring at me, smiling and telling me that lunch is waiting. It doesn't feel like it's afternoon already so I had to check the time on my cellphone then I looked outside the window. It's raining harder now and my mom has to turn the TV on (that's what she's good at anyway) to check if we have a storm signal. Boo, we did. Metro Manila is under signal no. 1. I said goodbye to the plans of going to the mall today since the weather reporter on TV has said more than twice to stay at home if there's absolutely no important reason to go out. If you say so, mr. weatherman.

Alex and I had lunch together. The siomai that my gramma prepared for us is mouthwatering delicious. If you already know, my gramma cooks delicious food, worthy to be served in a five star hotel or something, so don't be surprised if one of these days you'll find me bloated as hell.

After eating, there's nothing left to do but either watch the rain pour mercilessly outside or watch the heartbreaking news on TV about families affected by the typhoon Ondoy. Neither sounded good for a weekend relaxation but we really can't go outside so we sat on the floor side by side and watched TV.

No one has expected the storm to be that furious, it's as if the heaven has decided to unleash it's fury towards all human beings, by means of endless rainfall that caused endless floods everywhere. I am thankful to God that we stayed safe and warm inside our small house and at the same time, I am deeply sad for everyone who felt the impact of the storm.

The sight on TV is beyond heartbreaking. People, cold, wet and hungry standing on the roof of their houses, dead bodies swimming in the flood, house that were once a home are nothing but scraps of metals and plywoods, people walking around stranded everywhere, people crying for their loss, people that are now homeless...Everything's just so painful to watch.

Evening came and the rain still showed no signs of stopping anytime soon so Alex had to stay again for yet another night with us. We stayed up late, cuddled up inside a warm blanket, to watch some more news on TV until I'm sleepy. He tucked me to bed, kissed me goodnight and turned off the lights. The storm rages on for the entire night but I didn't hear a single thing except for the steady hum-hum-hum of his sweet lullaby against my ear.

Labels: alex, love, pink crimson, typhoon, weekend

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 4:11 AM