It's summer time, but there's no sunshine.

I guess I could make a poem out of this phenomenon, but my creative juices are drowned in the pitter patter of polluted rain drops everywhere. It's the end of April, and yet Baguio has become a wetland for how many weeks already. And yet again, it's really fascinating to see people from all over come here and have their splendid "Vacations".

I used to love the rain, but only during the times when rain is supposed to fall ~ June-September. After all, I am the typhoon girl. I am not anticipating any typhoons, but there has been sightings of a tropical depression area south of the country. This just sucks. I can officially say I am no longer a frog!

I no longer croak in the rain, for it has definitely made me meteoric on a whole new level. I'd reinvent that famous rain nursery rhyme...:


"Rain, rain, go away..."


That's all...