Whenever It Rains...

I don't feel like writing. But still there is something inside me that pushes me to. Oh well, let's put the urge into writing.

Whenever it rains I always felt like dreaming. I am hoping I was that 7 year old girl that looks forward to the DECS (now DepEd) announcement of no classes the following day. The days when I curled up to my sheets and pray to God wishing that tomorrow will be a free time for me to play at our house and take a vacay from all the homeworks and quizzes. 

A mind of a 7 year old, yes that is what I am dreaming of. A mind where the simplest things are treasures. Back then when all I had to think of were play, homeworks and quizzes - and it just ends there. When my world revolves only around our house, our street and my school. When my eyes only watches local TV Channels not downloaded series. When the most electronic toy I have is a brick game not a laptop. When I don't have to play online games but play with my cousins personally at the subdivision streets. Roam around the subdivision with a bike and not a car. Daydream with my Barbie Dolls and tiny toys and not with programming modules. Write on my diary and not here on a blog.

Yes, I am dreamy when it rains. But I dream of the serenity and simpleness of the past. No complications. No struggles. Just a pure mind of a 7 year old girl.