It's already June, I used to remember the Spring Season at the Western part of the world. But here in our country I can't forget the rainy season bestowed by the Eternal creator who give's all the love that we need, though sympathy is the answer to all the people of the mass and the public. I answer it's the significance of the obstacles in my happy memories, that rendevouz with the phantom whom I believed my lover. A lover who teaches me things that must be treasured and kept inside my soul. That season becomes a memory where I saw the clouds thinking just like his brother who used to guide me though I experienced a cruel reality, an envisionment like a life span of a nearly dying colt in the spinnet of fate. I realized how much it is important with the lives of each human that should have to be conserved and love most. Then never forget the sun that blisters my smooth brown skin into a darker and scary nymph where it's the only pleasure that showers my body into a clearer and myriad soul thinking I'd already been glorified in the midst of nowhere though I shiver in cold. Sometimes I think of it if he would be a villain or a real life partner? It all goes around when his mercy shoved within me and never felt lingered deep inside my life. Rainy Season How I love much of the pleasures it gave to me, but somehow I can justify people who get's mad of it's shed because of the tardiness that they might encounter at work, others say "I shouldn't get wet, I have to go to school earlier", some feels antagonistic because of the clothes they are wearing especially if it's too expensive and classy. But that hours I embrace the importance of the weather that purifies down the cityscape of Edsa thinking that it won't tear down the covenant of the almighty one. It's like a metronome in the world that I shouted with all my heart how I love the importance it shared as a piece of education while the wrath is striving towards humanity. Concocted with chivalries along my journey it never give me a failure since the reconaissance of the almighty and merciful creator above the lands and the heaven. It must be conserved, wanting to say that foolish is the one who uses the rain for nothing, how dare he said that my moments had done as the prims who own the golden cups might court me one day. That great day of my espionage answers me a lot, simple as it is, the rain is a water that can't be drink and made me realized that it can only be used in body. I ask myself why? Then it become a big question in my mind even if I open my mouth wider I sought it just showers my soul clearing all the dirts that strive around my body. Walking along the crowd I'd saw a lot of guys acted like him but as far more important I think of him who dwindles little by little just like teasing me because of the everlasting joy that I'm expecting would I accomplish that minutes underlying my life.
Rain, it's everything that we had to have in order to evict the dirts drowning in our skin and always soothe with emulating scent it shares as the wind and moist of the soil conquering our body. The moments everything purified my soul as a beautiful woman on fire etched their hearts and the yawns of liberty until the night ends. Everything is become sufficed as I'd been snaggered in the woes of my enemies but believe that I could foster everything. It is an hour of lesson that protects my clumsiness against the fears of society and taught me how should I protect my emotions as it viriles me though having sentiments with the daunts that talks with me. It's my far cry with the promises that laid upon me with my lover, whom entrusted me everything that waters down my body which is keen to my heart. I can spell it's shower that flows down with my tears, it reminds me of my frustrations of the happiest wedding that I'll ever had those days that I seek the towns people dreaming also for me. The damsels on the houses and workers saying goodbye to life as I feel the coldness of the water beneath my body up to my palms. Appreciating much treasures and confinements of wealth I still feel that I'm blessed though it's just a wisdom that I marvelously fantacized and caught from him. Then it's like a version of my future self realizing the modern and my past life, it's a big enthusiasm that rebukes the wholeness of my personality I think it would be languid if chances is generous in my life. Speaking of eye spy and a keen truth everything pours down on my path as I walk on the road with fears and incarceration of life after death and hopes of endearment. I cowered though lots of souls whispered in my mind wanting to frustrate me it's him, the passing minutes beavered my heart like it's a learning value of real forgiveness but there must have a just for those who sanctified my life.
Raining why do I have to love it? Maybe because it is a symbol of slying jealousy that crosses my life it's an urge and fathom of symphonies that gives me reason for anything. Do I still have to love him? In one part he ignore me many times of asking from help but it's always a second option that I thought is a virtue happiness and genuinely complete in life. It has a great value that we should enjoy pleading with the sun as a realistic urge and praises. It's journey that nearly gives me that idea of forming a sociological syndrome and a mania of enthusiasm with the society.
Rain... It teaches me a lot, but admit didn't give me an inspiration and a just value, riveting splurge for a new course that I have to enter, new expectations whilst the other part of my life on another place reminding me of what she said "to go in two places at once" Jaime Elizabeth Sullivan. If ever been ask the meaning of happiness then it's the success in heaven as well as here on Earth. Will he still save me? I think I'm pretty much uglier living in this place that He'll always chase once I encountered that enlightenment they ever call. It was a memoir of thousand smiles that I feel generously sprinkle me with daunting stories in my soul and is much subordinate in the knowledge of culture and the religion were I made myself an exile of the values that I grown much, living in a frantic survival it's always my case to finish every obstacles which is a rig in my continuous journey. Forms of jeopardising criticsm is it's answer with me, the droplets it give is everything I cherished like a life in this world full of emotions. In a society full strangers it give meaning with us, meeting people, surging on the roads and quantifying the moments that I ignited with fluvial scents. An esque that I found unique were I saw myself learned of the fate which is in reality for me. That journey he becomes esoteric never talks but insisted me to do many sprints of gaining lots of achievements in my life. May 27, 2013 the rain talks with me in a refute of a place that I seemed uniquely formed which he owned and love. I said to myself that droplets give verdict and peace with the people of mean and encoachment of what they want to happen in their homeland. Thus, I foresee again how much I had to blame myself for everything I've done though they emulated with understanding just like comprehending a very difficult reading material or let me say a story from the odds and olden times. Thinking of the menaces that I've done with my family that hours I think it's all a melancholic melody in my palms and carry it with myself realistically and is a dulce sonido giving them happiness. Realistically I summoned it without any knowledge but the quintessential is that, I experienced an hour of travel from heaven down to Earth just like a heave passing me through the tunnels of success against eternity and hell. Thereupon I'd render the most exiting part and it's simplicity above the heavens, for most of the people who loves seeing entire knowledge there must be a full pledge uniqueness but on my part it's just a bit of learning which I get from the rain and water it pours down the road am I walkin' and is a great knowledge that I learned as sophist plenaries. It's rainy season again in the land of King Philip but on my part, the biggest conscience I'd ever had is a simple strength that recovers me in my travel that passing hours. It never faints as an infringe deep inside the crackened truth, I admit I lost everything but that weather explains a lot. During a frail superb truth I think I must keep it as a surmountable phenomena that he shared with me, so many questions but all the sickles of truth which my emo-hemmian rhapsody side sings my soul a lot. It spells down the meaning of love against the people of darkness and feebles in my soul thus his song courts me so much as I sing a lot in that rainy hours. For me it's just a piece of his knowledge but I endeared so much though from the long lands in the East, will be there a chance for us? Or it'll still become an option in the Prague where everyone believes that the woman they told beautiful as she lives there. Will this be a truth? Or I say another obstacle that maybe can kill me gently.
It's everything expectacular and a wonderful maze of heaven where I sought pieces of treasures one, it merely discusses me that each movement of minute, each passing phenomenas there has a lot of fruit, two every phenomenas; dawn, afternoon, eve and the rainy season it shares variant knowledges as well as the leisures it encompass with me. It discusses how people treat the world wherein they never give homage of what it shares with us but an utterance of heavy detriments, grumbling at it's succumb sentiments. It's a simple pleasure but I have to emancipate everything, sounds diligent and quite apprehending because saying how culture shock describes me a short story of the rain. It talks with me like it's giving me a just towards something of how people give it a malice that's why as the rain pours down, mother Earth shed tears nodding some help form against her fate to be ruined.
Cuando yo amo la lluvia temporada para muchos, escrilo todos el belleza del jucio pero vio y sentimiento como encontrar con la angeles encima de cielo. Previo al eterno de vivir es darme el apprehender y superincluso verdad, Yo empieso enamorarse con el.
As the words gently entered my mind I think it's all obstinate like other sophists who imitate each other like Don Quixote but my modern esque is just a simple being in this world feeling unique and sociable against all the notwithstanding people around the globe. Not firmed with much of them, I tell myself it was a fund for the people who enjoys it like it's the sun that shelters them much. But there's still a far cry with me that it also signifies fear from sadness but yawn of a grotesque. Someday it'll be good enough for him to let me show it's splendid reign though the other form is greater than it's awe. Sometimes it has an impact with the society that what I had told earlier, the way we as people conjured ourselves, naivity and our sentiments together craving for more appease and reared wealths we garnered for our race in the long odds that we face. Ridiculed it is that I'm incumbent with it's features when there the emotive part joins with me, no feeling at all but it's how it counts the heaviness that we as people shared together that compels a greater meaning. It count downs how we share together the cradle to end as we sleep until the hours of beautiful sun talk with us. Strawberry Shortcake and everything nice it still misses me of my spiderman option on the flood with the midShopper Iya who runs with me on the coast of our subdivision. Thus, still gives me a learning of the times how a Highschool student confronts with the impact of bad weather liturgy, always a deluge of grace with her who still manage our dining at Mcdonalds and Jollibee. The first time I've meet cheeseburger and lesser one, the Jollibee Champ Burger. The rain feeds us a lot and share with me as the astute foolish man on the road of real success and it's on the bed with my soulmate whom I rather say I have to find it from the one whom I don't know who seems to be the polite feeder of a lover. Hence the meaningful hours, it gives a sulk of desire to know more a lot of special things that I always said to myself my vestibule is not yet suffice to see how I could fix my nature as it sprinkle it's droplets downward upto my body. That day's, I'm with her the fashion trend taker laughs at me but all I can say is that I'm feeling much tardy of that rainy hours which is all become a part of my memory. Rain... gentle as an inspiration that can be a quote during a morning delight at the windows of my bedroom, but a great destruction if warned by barehands of each individual.
Highschool memories, it's all an appreciation of a student who runs for an end and is an apple in our eyes, a success through the wisdom which we may impart in the society. As the rain couches down, it explains why it heavily pours wanting to made us realize that our emotions kept inside for passed years. Seeking in the midst through rendevouz with the reigns of the almighty one I see it as a part of shares for us crossing along the roads while holding umbrellas as a trick for the heavens and cheers of the liars flowing with our emotions and is like a motion that have to be undermined. It's rain that shares varried reasons why we as secondary level students have to pursue our career towards the flood and fight for realm back to our fate for the hopes of becoming bussinessmen, doctors, lawyers, writers, coordinators, great employees, practitioners and people who belonged to the working class society. It's a luck that I think can reminisce the issues I longed for to justify my past as a High School student, it's a frail issue back to my flail life. There's a lot of reasons why I'd love the rain though becomes an obstacle as whole way in my journey. Stationary, cereals, lessons at home, an all time movie at the house and playful galore since it talks to us as children who had to settle up and explains more of the real enamor and desires of themselves. It's a far clash commemorating with my childhood years, always dancing because of school day cut outs where my teachers and us, is of a chernobyl or a derbie just to end up our topic against the condition of the weather that must be enough for our lesson. I'd felt it teaches me so much like a friend who benigns and lingered talking with my mind for the nowhere that becomes a wilderness but shelters my soul even if the indignant customs reaches my mind someone who's indigenous in my own society. The bare naked people who doesn't have any knowledge at all but is a blight in my path, it's all a sociological impact in the society that I have to understand since people belong to that society were all of the answers were given by emotions of the mass that I give value most because of their demeanors that must be apprehended securedly. Amongst of all the kindred love affairs that I evenly say to construe of the harmonies deep inside my emotions. It's a thought that never been an err in my hopes with the surrealized arena now a days though it's like a fiction towards the different situation that I'm undergoing as a part of my life. Notwithstanding but everything is a contrast, every emotions provoke reflects the society where I'd gone through. The fissures and turbulent it creates is still a part of the wisdom that had reckon what I've done regurgitate my emotions wayward to the real and finikee knowledge of society. All the minutes had been done until each passing urges of clamor and contradicting values had longed enough for the success that I'm acknowledging for the years that I'm looking until I'd achieve everything as a win for my career. The rain... It always deals with a prim way of secured words that it must say with me. Thereupon it's always my task to feel every essence that I am earning which had conivingly sulk my body but is a savor that one by one I tasted to seek an apprehended knowledge for the upcomming years. More of a ephicantic issue that is always thrifted in my own sanctuary I can feel it touches down the Earth where they both have courtesies together, having the same emotions it shuns up the yearns of emotive part of their lives nothwithstanding on their way the gold is the way of their communications where the rain explains again little by little every bit of conclusions that have been forge by the rancored lurks of the fragile mirror, a mirror that is succumb. I dare say always that maligned by my own speech of how it gives some of the societies impact in the yawns of real crave for successs whilst the fortune that uphold the mysteries keep inside the role of emotive success and is all I called my Emo-Hemmian Rhapsody side of myself which sometimes I called the Emo-hemmian Rhapsody side of myself. It just turns after the heavy rain and the clouds and the stars as well as the moon shines brightly up above the sky.
It used to come up and explain after a heavy rain, the minutes uttered with me telling that vicious are everywhere to splurge what is my esque and who am I as a strong man living in the lowlands of what I called "Everything that I love."
The rain speaks of obstacles and follows our emotions as human race, as Filipino people, as bright eyes at the West, and everything sweet in the Middle East until all of a sudden I construed with the realm of uniqueness and versatile value. The rain talks until the mess that I feel everything is a yawn in the dawn of my change. I seek its murmurs and all of the sickles in my life, extravagant as it is and rivalry in the grande edificio, a big pointed ballpen ad rubber band that can hit everything. I can only feel but chatters with the clouds as the rain concluded about some part of the societies attitudes towards life and revitalized destiny. All of the incumbent in life it secures as well as it reflects in the social issues of people around the globe.
A rythm of a sonido it sets as a music to us people of modern generation simply seeking a tranquil life amidst the fortitude of my love for society. It flow like current following what where ought to say deep with ourselves. The most submissive intuition is the way I court each mind to tell me something which is a knowledge and a fact which can be a help in my body's deterioration. Most of the time it allows the waves of harshness to pass through the people of voluminous sentiments for their own purpose. I'd practice all over my life, it's always reminiscing when have to think of flow with the rain garnering our thoughts then visually save it from the heaven after its long odd of work here on earth. It gently inspires and unleash my perspires for a saturated journey, my parch lips had been watered and silk due of the upholds it concecrates within my whole body. The whole thing is that it interwined with the motions of the society whereas I can see its laments, whenever it visits the world all I remember is the mirror and reflections of emotions towards the almighty one together with the other elements giving a sentiment above the heavens. Since, thinking that lots of things had been destroyed and etched down, one by one I realized... Raining it designates how I suffered down the obstacles and the flow of the sadness as an emotion deep within me but discusses it's droplets as a reflection towards humanity. As well as the sun that gives as happiness primarily the children after having lessons at school I realized it they flow with our feelings that gently dances with our conscience. I can always feel it promotes and diverts funny things and enthusiastic picturesque of a cityscape with a rejoice of the fate that it consumes from the people. People like me loves innovative and surrealism that's why weather had been deteriorated mostly except from the pobres who make it more special rather than most of typical human being living in an suffice house. Nevertheless it always becomes it's practice telling something from us and indignantly cowered from the anti-vanes of mother life. Even if great courtesies urge me, there's still the frustration that binds myself and it's the love of pleasure it gives, more utterance I resist a nonchalant degree regarding the verbative movements it construe with the us. I blame myself from everything since shopping spree evaded me, mall hangouts and pervasive fare trip outside galores and prims of elegance I didn't percieve the melancholies of real modest features of people's emotions and reflections of their conscience. That rain showers me enough but doesn't gives me something to drink, the more I enjoy the coolness of the revenues it shares. I commemorate those minutes of my bonvoyage of adequacy of a sophist understanding I see how really it is to live a perfect live without hurting anyone nor telling a bad karma against people on the crowd. It's a great adventure that I longed enought from the heaven back to Earth consigning with the rain that gently perplex with the society who wants to garner some wealth with my espionage and search for refugee to come back in a good status I belong.
Raining... It seems to be a grim to a lot people especially to the fisherman especially if it pours heavily, a storm that dismantles the crops and difficult to raise. It slows down the smiles of the sun that flows happily with our emotions. But a simple rain shows each droplets reflects humans emotion and tranquility towards the obstacle that we finitely seen. It's a perception of a fate saying that one day we'll achieve our dreams but must follow the harshness of the society that where going through. The simplicty and ardous verdict in this place enthusiastically give gnarl against the shunned wisdom which is what we know the eschewed foolishness. The rain... its motif is always gloomy that's why the happiness it shares with us is a good sort of sleep and bountifull food from the crops, but just not the storm that destroys it little by little. Complexity it is to see the yearns of people of much reconciled minds with wealth and material notwithstanding upon recuperating their lives. Most of us wants to gain it because of massive deluxe living, everyone rides on the car, some where inside the shopping malls most people delineated there ideas from bars and coffee shops where emotions are at harmony which explains so much by the rain. After several hours of the songs of it's bits the resonance in my mind tells that "there's a lot more things that should happen from the passing years, more options to come but I can't when it'll happen. It's always depriving to acknowledge that you'll earn everything what you wants to have but the moment it gone, droplets will explain again just like how we as people avoid it as mad motion of sentiments throwing against us. A mere explanation of motion that I foresee from the elements of weather towards people and society. The harshness of its sadness depicts our feelings together, which is a union of sentiments in which values are the only acceptable benigns to the elements of love and heart. Funny thing to know about reality and the cartoons that I'm watching but sometimes can be an opinion for a better assumption. Though everything is just an assumption we can say that it still catches a lot of point of views for me as a lover perceptions. Though it's just a single piece of idea it was still quoted. Weather is always playful in that water can cycle into rain, it matches up our voices deep with in our souls where everything is loudly heaving what we want to say. As it goes away the sun happily shares evertyhing that can create peace and serenity, houses are settled places where people can provoke their emotions during rain and can say it's a motif of conscience. Sometimes it's astonishing when we've decieve by it's physique and ryhtm, magic can only percieve the real esque of it's enlightenment but isn't cruel in my eyes. It's just that I can see a serene and synchronized verge of litigance above the heavens dealing a one time Chernobyl down here and is everything which I called Liturgic success.
My medition always share my dreams during that minutes that I encountered with those droplets of emotions without any leering practices. In a greater neccessity of achievements I place myself on a lower level of pleasures to what they called heirarchy. It becomes a resemblance of a moment that I used to dream from the past up to the present that I feel a mere insurgence of my emotions debating with reality. Then it's an entity of my inner side, my deepest desire which I can feel his bountiful gift with an applaud everytime I interwined with that sort of sarcasm and galant attitude. Whilst every passing minutes I can manage that imagination, a dream incumbent from my soul that the rain allows to pervade within my fecund life and exuberant learning but needs to apply more. It always deals with me as I gone through with my adventures and troubles through the thing which I called success. Sometimes there's a relief in that dream where I felt I was confined feebly and emotionally indulge of certainty and assurance of that dream which all I thought is a gift that I can garner one day. It's just that he's always been there to seize me, it's everything that I think a miracle that was made by the rain. All of a sudden debunks the trust of the people but if already achieved by an astute and better person can be a fiddle from the hearts of much people who believed eternally. It's reminscing within my soul that I sometimes become a great bragger, a nagger, a huffy, a mournful soul but a chivalric heart that I used to jaundiced as the rain meekly talks with me. What's far more wonderful is the flambouyant and eerie yawns that loves to kill me. That everything explains so much yondering in the midst of colloqial world. Speaking of a clandestine devotion wayward through a miniscule fate but is a sort of fine and a sage in my long waking life. It speaks of a great adventure, dealing with the other minions on the wilds. Or in the woods fulfilled with grace but most of the people belonging who antagonizes my voyage which is an urge of my long lasting career. The rain... again flows with my consequences like a puzzle consanguined for happier adventures. Like a rule of sardonism and despot, it consumes my youth and dire knowledge about society, for me everything is a gain. With much story of a fairytale, life benigns against my cruel fate. Most of us reigns by our own belief, it's a sort of real wisdom deep inside a keenly pure heart especially if experienced with the blessings shared with whom I named Miko Santos being a cheddar and cheiftain of all reflections espcially of love. It's all I remember dealing with the scents of spring in the west while flows of rain in the long land of rising sun what I called Asia. Everything is at cost, everything has to be paid and an intrigue to most people of societies. In my part it's a just that the society needs, that everything emotion can explain, jotting down a lot keys and meaningful sorts it's like a playful music that cheerfully merries my ears. I happily tend with the rain saying it's a melancholic symphony that I had learn how I could handle for a ricocheted history. Everything that I can see, jaundicing in my thoughts a rapid movement society since the very beggining especially during the medieval ages. If been mindfully undertaken cheerfully can make everyone amaze and can't torment each life's expectancies regarding their own uniqueness. All I think it's my concern in my long waking mental life. Seeing a lot that I can read myself looking towards success thinking that rain has a lot of illusions especially regarding his shares of knowledge everything that I feel though embarassing becomes a part of our graceful dance and shows along the crowd. Even he lured me so many times I can say that if emotion talks of everything, you'll learn who you really are aiding with the clashes of society. The rain... We have to share it with love due to how it gives much education in our society.
