the weather and me

The weather, as expected, has been so unpredictable for these past couple of days now. But never did it changed more often to the beat of an erratic dancer on a high. One minute you could smell rain coming and after a while of serene contentment brought by the cold breeze and lonely sky you feel your forehead wrinkling while your nose wets itself automatically as the temperature comes to an irritating mixture of damp heat and a haunting breeze. Rain for a couple and dance for one.

Uulan. Aaaraw. Uulan. Aaraw. Uulan. Aaraw. Uulan. Aantukin. Lalamigin. Pagpapawisan. Masarap. Hindi Maintindihan.

Then I realized. I have realized this before or rather have questioned, too many times to count in a minute. Is it me that's changing or is it you. Were you really like this before or is it just me that seemed to be looking through a different pair of magical glasses. You were here then there, then here again and, suddenly, your there once again. Sometimes your just missing, went away perhaps or just thinking as well, in isolation, wondering and trying to understand the changes.

Is it me that changed? Or has something brought this upon us?

Uulan ka ba ngayon o aaraw? Patutulugin sa init o pakakantahin sa ulan? Paglalaruan sa ilalalim ng ulan o papangingitiin sa ganda ng panahon? Anong iniisip mo? Asan ka na?

I'm waiting once again for this day to come to its last hours. There's nothing to do but wait. Wait and look outside for the slightest detail that resembles an answer or a sign.