It rained yesterday morning and I felt warmth in my heart upon hearing the sound of rain pelting down on the roof. I love rainy days. There’s something about them that releases certain thoughts and feelings that sometimes weigh me down.
I stayed curled up in bed a little longer. The rainfall started to form a curtain outside the window conjuring a liquid flow of memories—flashbacks of images of many happy times — which made me swell on the inside.
There was, for example, the inviting image of champorado, a sweet chocolate rice porridge.
It reminded me of my mother happily boiling pilit (sticky rice) and adding cocoa powder to give it a distinct brown color. Once cooked, she would serve the champorado to her five eager children, all ready with their spoon and ricebowl. As a child, I delighted in the champorado’s taste which filled my belly with goodness. Little did I know that cooking champorado was my also mother’s way of saving the family’s supply of rice.
Then, the image of little lakes forming near our window when raindrops would fall.
It reminded me of the “boat” race my siblings and I would engage in on rainy days. We would tie a string to our rubber slippers, throw the slippers to the little lakes, let them float, and pull them back towards us as if the slippers were boats on a race. This we did secretly through a window inside our small bedroom so we could not be seen by our mother, else she would definitely reprimand us.
For children like us in the neighborhood whose families had no extra budget to buy toys, our rubber slippers were as good enough as expensive remote controlled toy boats.
The first sun rays after the rain would disappoint us as we would watch the little lakes dry up and disappear. It meant the end of our secret boat race. But it also gave us a reason to look forward to another rainy day and enjoy another boat race.
Ah, happy rainy day memories of my childhood days. There were too many of them rushing in my mind, too many to write in here. For a moment the rain made me feel like I was a child again, rejoicing on the first raindrops hitting the ground and rooftops.
Thanks to Ate Sha for the permission to use her photo of champorado.