November Rain

It’s the start of the season again… The start of the coolest but also longest nights.

The hushing sound of the rain. No thunder nor lightning to make you close the windows. Too calm that you’ll hear the birds singing with joy. Just the rain and well… the street noise.

We are temporarily living near the highway, and I hate it. It’s too much for me. The screeching sound of the wheel tires, the constant honk of the trucks, the music from the bigger stores. Yeah, you would definitely hate the streets if you were in my place.

But I love this month. Despite the uncomfortable environment, the rain has somehow comforted me saying, “it’s fine, you’ll get out of here soon”. And that made me love it more…

However, I can’t help but feel guilty. Thinking about rain has not only made me think of my most comforting days but also those tragic ones. Not for me but for some.

You see, I am privileged to be in a safe home despite my constant rant of the streets. We’re not rich nor poor but you can see the social status. When the rain comes, I cannot help but wonder how those people are doing right now; dealing even with the lightest pour of rain.

My heart aches for them because I cannot do anything to help them at this stage other than pray for them. I love the capitalist idea, but I sometimes hate it. I get that we are bound to take different paths. But how come that everyone had its battle that I can’t imagine myself? Is it because we need to learn? Or is this some sort of punishment?

Some may have not overcome it. Some may have run away from it. Some may have faced it… It was a habit that we have to develop and at the same time unlearn.

But one thing is for sure: we are strong enough to deal with these issues every day.