Random Diary (entry #1): RAIN

<Hi this is just a random nonsense I wrote to practice my writing skills. You might get bored reading this, you have been warned.
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At 4:00 pm, the sun's bright rays were not as
harsh as during noon. This was what greeted me when I came out of the house. I was planning to go to the mall in the morning but due to my lack of motivation, in other words laziness, I ended up putting it off until the late afternoon.

I circled the mall several times before I finally found the store I was looking for. I've been to this mall a lot of times already but I'm still not familiar with it's layout.

It was already dark when I went out of the mall. The sun had set not too long ago. I walked towards the terminal which was not too far and qued with the rest of the commuters. When the jeepney arrived, we quickly hopped on. The jeepney was filled right away since it's the rush hour and people were hurrying to go home.

The jeepney left the terminal and joined the throng of vehicles slowly moving along the traffic. As I stared outside, I noticed raindrops started to pour. At first, it was just a light shower. I watched the raindrops through the beam of the headlights of the cars passing by. I tend to do this often because the colloidal effect and the small droplets are hypnotizing.

However, the rain had long become heavier when I arrived at my stop. From there, I need to ride a motorcycle for 10-15 minutes to reach my home. I opened my umbrella and started walking towards the motorcycles parked at a corner of the street. Unfortunately, there were no drivers in sight. They probably took shelter from the rain in who knows where. I sighed. The rain poured harder. The plastic bags I'm holding got wet. I hope the doughnuts were safe.

I walked further. I like walking along this road eventhough the sidewalks were narrow. There were not many houses near the side of the street. There's a small archery field to my right, across the road there's the government's dumpsite for towed cars, and a vacant lot ahead. Most of all, a lot of trees were planted in these areas.

The rain continued to pour and my surroundings fell into a lull. I was transfixed for a moment. No wonder rain is such a cliche in stories. It really does give a feeling of nostalgia.

As I walked, I payed attention to my feet and to where I was walking. I didn't want to slip so far from my home. Although my address was still within the city, the location was in the outskirts, and to top it off it's in a mountainous area. I tried walking from the main road to my home once and it took me an hour.

Finally, I saw a motorcycle passing by and the driver asked where I wanted to go. I told him my address and hopped on. I closed my umbrella. There's no helping it. I'd rather get wet than destroy my umbrella.

When the rain hit my face, I thought that it wasn't so bad. I spoke too soon. The motorcycle picked up speed and the soft drops of rain turned to small pebbles thrown unto my face. That annoyed me. I was enjoying myself feeling like I was back in my childhood playing under the rain yet the mood was destroyed because of the force of the rain.

I sighed again.
Where am I now? This was not I have fantasized for many years. I passed my elementary and highschool days like a breeze. I thought I was okay. I was in control. Everything would turn out just as I had hoped. I was very naive and ignorant. I overestimated myself.

In hopes of starting a new life. One that represents me as a mature person; one that sees the world realistically, I cut off my contact to all the people I know except for my immediate family. I deleted my Facebook account that has almost a thousand friends, people from my town, people whom I've met in different parts of the country throughout the years. I now have a clean slate.

With this new phase of my life, I connect myself with these new people I have met. People who don't know me before. I take things one step at a time now, toned down my daydreaming, and fantasize less often. I tried not to expect anything and just go with the flow.