ROM

On a cold rainy afternoon here in the office, I posed for awhile and remembered....

Lightning and thunder has always fascinated me. When Jenel and I were still young enough to know the science behind this natural wonder, we cover our ears and never dare to open our mouth, afraid that lightning might see our teeth and strike us dead. We would clothed all the mirror we could find. We hide our radio. And then we wrapped ourselves in our mat until we drift to sleep and woke up to see that water is already knee-deep in our silong. We would then hear Mama and Papa traversing back and forth in our tiny abode trying their best to drain the rainwater. This rainy memory has been instilled in ROM ever since i gained consciousness.

At least now, Papa squeezes a little rug on a little pail every time it rains. Mama no longer helps. I could already tolerate thundering sound, we no longer cover our mirrors, I no longer cover myself and sleep covered with our sleeping mat.