I noticed that in the university, there are no more rainy afternoons (and don’t ask me. I don’t know why. I don’t have such information about weather and temperature and atmospheric conditions). All that’s left are drizzle mornings and very shiny afternoons, making the sun’s heat more oppressive than how it already is. I liked it more last semester when the weather always goes according to how I want it to be, like every afternoon, the rain starts to pour just when the sun is about to drain all of my unleashed energy and every crack of dawn, the sun gives enough energy to people and plants to make them keep going. This semester seems to be really different.
Last Friday, November 21, 2008, I woke up at 5:40 in the morning. I was supposed to wake up at 5:00 so ‘twas so bad for me. While taking a bath and arranging myself, I started to accept that I’ll be attending my Math classes about fifteen to thirty minutes late. I started convincing myself that ‘twas okay and it won’t have that very serious effect. I became more upset because I rushed and did not care anymore whether I do look good or bad and did not care anymore if I am hearing my stomach grumble. I have no time to deal with those because trying not to be late is my greatest concern at that moment. I went out of the dormitory and felt little tears from heaven. I usually walk for three minutes to the road proper where I’ll be riding a jeepney to the university but for that instance, it took me forever. I rode the jeepney, thinking of the perfect alibi I’ll say to at least lessen the rage of my professor if ever he cares and minds. I decided to just blame the rain but after I tilted my head and looked up high above the sky, making me notice the perfectly blue heaven, I changed my mind. How can something so great be the cause of my procrastination when all the while, it was my entire fault? I felt so positive again despite of the very negative situation. I don’t know why but after I saw the sky being scraped by tidbits of pure and pearl-like water while the sun is about to pave its way between those contending buildings, I considered that it was one of the best sunrise I’ve ever seen. I felt that I was too numb to not notice sunrise every morning because I was too concerned about my professor’s impression on me. I sensed that I’ve missed enough because I was concerned about other things. I wasn’t late. I don’t know why but there was no traffic for that day, causing me to arrive in the university the earliest among my classmates. I still cannot believe it. It was one of the moments when it rains while it shines and I just thought that it tells me that whatever happens or no matter how bad the start of the day is, I will still be able to end up the day alright. I just have to worry about nothing. I just have to appreciate what’s obvious. No matter how strong, destructive and forceful the storm seems, there will come a point when it’ll stop and the sun will finally shine.