I miss my sister

I don’t know why I miss my sister. I have just arrived from the US.  I stayed with her for a few weeks.  She was also in Manila last Holy Week.

Maybe because of the rain. The gloomy clouds and smell of rain bring back memories of our childhood spent together in Binangonan.

We played in the rain. When the rain was strong, we would climb up to our roof and have fun getting ourselves wet. Sometimes, we would run to the streets and play on the puddles.

We would look up to the sky, open our mouths and let the water drip into our mouths.

(*photos from Clipart/ Expressions by Cinderella)

When there’s lightning and thunder, we would both crawl and hide under the tiny blanket.

I miss those days.