Rainy Days on Mondays
It's been two days since I last used the airconditioner for my room, which is very unusual. This kind of natural chill brings back so many fond memories.
I never really liked school as a child, but it's strange that I'd wake up really early during rainy school mornings. I'd be very excited to listen to the AM station and catch A La Cinco Y Media on TV to wait for DECS and CHED announcements of class suspension. I'd really pray hard for a Signal #2 when I was in elementary, and a Signal #3 when I was in high school.
When classes get suspended, I know people would normally go back to bed, since after all the major reason why kids hate school is that they'd have to wake up early. But it was different for me. I'd stay up the whole day and enjoy the company of my Mom -- who'd share in the celebration since she's an elementary school teacher -- and my other two siblings as well. We'd stay in my Mom's room, enjoy the early morning chill trapped in the peach colored walls, and just lie in bed and make each other laugh.
Then, we'd all come down for breakfast -- a complete, homemade/mom-made breakfast, which we kids hardly ever have since we'd usually leave the house early for school. And the laughing would continue at the breakfast table. My Dad would then leave for work (poor Dad, he never gets excempted from work during wonderful, stormy days like this), leaving the wonderful scent of his aftershave linger in the crisp, morning atmosphere (I've always loved my Dad's scent).
The day would then be spent in front of the TV or curled up in the couch reading a good book. It's simple days like these that made my childhood and early adolescence simply unforgettable.
I love the rainy season. :)
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