Little drops, big mood 💧
When I see the rain, memories from my childhood come back.
Watching TV while my mother is preparing breakfast. We’re waiting for the news about whether we have school or if classes are canceled. We’re eating together—my father, my two sisters, and I.
And now I’m watching the raindrops from my small veranda room, alone, reminiscing about all the memories I had back then.
It was a good thing we had a simple life back then, with no gadgets at all. We had an old TV and shared happy stories, especially during blackouts when there was no electricity. We enjoyed the moment by telling real horror stories from my grandmother.
The windows were open because there was no electricity during the rainy season, and it was so hot. My father would always stay outside to keep all of us safe.
Life was so nice back then. If there wasn’t a typhoon, we could go outside and play in the rain with our friends—running around, throwing mud, and just enjoying the moment without thinking about any problems
And now I’m with friends from different nationalities, currently working abroad. I’m enjoying the vibe with them, but it feels different.
Guess I’m growing up. Haha 😁
Glory is all His ✨🙌🏻🤍
Rain has a strange way of bringing back the purest memories from childhood the simple moments with family, sharing meals, listening to stories, and enjoying life without worrying about anything. Those memories are priceless.
Even though life changes and we grow up, those moments stay with us and shape who we are today. It's beautiful that the rain can still remind you of them. 🙏💧
That’s really true 💯💧