cold water, anyone?

Yes, I would not dance under the rain of Baguio.

Looking outside the window, I can see a little swaying of trees and I can hear the howling of the wind. It was getting dark now, I must hurry go out and eat my dinner or else it would be more difficult going out later since Emong will be passing over with a Signal #3 strength. Or was it already Signal # 3?

At first try, oops, my umbrella was not strong enough to counter the wind. The wind too did not provide a good welcome outside the house. I stepped back. In my next try, it was more manageable. But, brrrrrrr.. , the water. Brrrrrr, I felt like cold water from the refrigerator. I was wondering if children here ever enjoyed dancing and laughing under the rain. Do they experienced the joy of playing, stomping the soil till it created a puddle of mud, playing boats made of leaves and race it with other boy’s boat?

Two days after, I saw a group of people playing under the rain in Burnham Park. It must be a company’s activity or some team building or family day of an organization. They seemed to enjoy the game under the rain. Or they must have no choice or else they would forfeit this activity for this year, thus, ended up playing even when it was raining cats and dogs.

As for me, I rather not play under Baguio’s rain. Even it’s a romantic one (lol). I would not rather be romantic and catching a cold.  Hot shower is a must have in the place you’re planning to stay in Baguio City. It was difficult to get up in the morning because of the cool air. The steaming shower was the only thing capable of waking my senses to start the day.