The rainy season is here again. It’s November, and it rains almost every day. The rainy season is playtime for kids. When adults stay inside their homes under the falling drops, children start running outside. It’s as if they are calling for more raindrops to make their bodies wet. The dirty mud on the ground is not a problem for them, they sometimes act as if they are swimming in a pool. Rain brings happiness. Parents can’t get angry with their children; instead, they’ll be shouted back at with a cry.
Kids have their own imagination with the raindrops. They ride their bikes fast to get sprayed by the water. All the kids who get wet from the splashing water off the tires laugh happily. Now, I don’t understand what’s going on in their minds. Yet, when I remember the old times, I realize I did the same things they’re doing now. It has been an hour, and the kids are still running around. They will stop playing only when the rain stops.
“Ijan, go home!” one of the kids'mom shouted. “I will, but wait a while!” Ijan replied as he ran away from his mom. The other kids followed him, laughing as they splashed through the puddles.
I smiled from the terrace of my house. I thought, “Huh…” and laughed quietly to myself.
The rain had stopped, but the children were still playing in the dirty water. Their T-shirts were wet and muddy, and they looked cold and shivering. Their faces looked darker from the rain and mud a clear sign that the chill was starting to set in.
As the clouds cleared and sunlight returned, the laughter slowly faded. The children went home, leaving behind muddy footprints and memories of joy only the rain could bring.