Rainy Day Memories

While my sister was complaining yesterday morning about the rain, my heart was rejoicing simply because it was raining. There’s something about rainy days that releases certain thoughts and feelings that sometimes weigh me down.

The rainfall started to form a curtain outside the window conjuring a liquid flow of memories—flashbacks of images of better, happier, younger times — which made me swell on the inside.

There is, for example, the inviting image of champorado, a sweet chocolate rice porridge. It reminded me of my mother happily boiling 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 mother’s way of saving the family’s supply of rice. This she admitted to me recently over a champorado snack.

Then, there was the little lakes which form just below our window when raindrops fall. My siblings and I would tie a string to a rubber slipper, throw the slipper to one of the little lakes and let it float. For children like us whose family had no extra budget to buy toys, a rubber slipper was good enough as a toy boat. The first sun rays after the rain would disappoint us as we watched the little lakes dry up and disappear. It meant the end of our short boating adventure. But it also gave us a reason to look forward to another rainy day.

Then, this particular “raincoat” which my parents designed with their ingenuity. This “raincoat” was proof of the cliché, necessity is the mother of invention. They had no extra money to buy umbrellas for five kids so they “invented” a raincoat. What kind of raincoat am I talking about, you might ask. It was made of a big plastic bag, one that looks like a garbage bag. Only that the garbage bag is usually black and the plastic bag my parents’ used for the raincoat they invented was clear. I would try to make a sketch of the raincoat and post the image here someday, to illustrate my parents’ ingenuity.

My siblings and I would trudge along the street leading to our school wearing our parents’ innovative raincoat and singing silly songs.

Ahh, happy rainy day memories. There were too many of them rushing in my mind, too many to write in here. I have realized only yesterday that most of them happened in my childhood days. For a moment the rain made me feel like I was a child again, back in our family home in the province, rejoicing on the first raindrops hitting the ground and rooftops.

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15 Responses to Rainy Day Memories

  1. Ate Becca says:

    ahh such wonderful memories my dear stillwaters…thank you for sharing.

    I, too remember my childhood days back home when I would bathe in the rain w/no worries at all…like it cleanses my soul….how I miss those days…

  2. sea lover says:

    you write so wonderfully… how i wish i have even just a little of that skill…

  3. yes, rainy days do lend themselves to poignant memories, and these are just lovely.
    and how clever your parents were 🙂

  4. Lady Luck says:

    This is a lovely piece of writing.

    one of my own earliest memories is of staring out of a classroom window (at my primary school) as the rain ran in riverlets down the glass pane. When the weather was wet we were confined to the clasroom during breaks – and the noise of all the confined childen was horrendous. I recall gazing out of the window and longing to be outside.

    These day I love the rain; especially if I’m cosily warm inside looking out – or even dressed in waterproofs out walking.

  5. ValleyGirl says:

    Thanks for stopping by my blog and for the wonderful compliments! And you, my friend, are a very talented writer!! What a wonderful post! I shall have to see if I can come up with any happy memories of loathesome snow…

  6. hi, thanks for visiting my blogsite, i hope to see you back there again.

    see yah

  7. Sophiagurl says:

    lovely posts! I love the rain too and champorado for that matter. This post really brought back a lot of memories.

    Hi hope you’re doing okay and lovely to be back here.

    God bless!

  8. stillwaters says:

    @Ate Becca,
    Yes, bathing in the rain as children was fun! but my siblings and i could not do it often as my mother would not allow us, reasoning that we should take care not to get sick =)

  9. stillwaters says:

    @sea lover,
    Thank you for the compliment. I only wish to share whenever I write.

  10. stillwaters says:

    @ravenousreader,
    Thank you for visiting. It is always nice to meet new visitors. I guess I can say my parents taught me the value of recycling 😀

  11. stillwaters says:

    @Lady Luck,
    Thank you very much. Yes, it is also fun to be out in the rain dressed in waterproofs.

  12. stillwaters says:

    @ValleyGirl,
    Big, big thanks for the compliments. I’m sure you can come up with happy memories of the cold, cold snow 😀

  13. stillwaters says:

    @MariaVictoria,
    Thanks for visiting back. Hope to see you here again, too.

  14. stillwaters says:

    @Sophiagurl,
    Hiya! I’m happy to see you here again!

    Yes, I do love champorado, too. But with daing and not with tuyo lol.

  15. ross says:

    I love walking under the rain, they won’t see I’m crying or smell if I didn’t take a bath heheh

    Yet, I love the sound of the rain…it brings memories and makes me “still”.

    Take care my friend.

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