day 8
under the pouring rain
under the pouring rain
I don't know why it never fails to rain or shower on the duration of the Sinulog celebration. Maybe it's the niño's way of protecting us from the sun with his cape, but the days prior to the mardigra was just different from the past. It felt like a storm was just hovering somewhere near, ready to blow the umbrellas and faith away.
I don't mind the rain, I love rain. It's one of the priceless gifts in this world, except for rain with thunderstorms, that is just different!. The second to the last day was quite a sight to behold. The faith of the devotees was just an amazing thing to witness. Simply because no drastic weather could keep them from doing their tradition. And don't you just love it when strangers offer kindness to other strangers? From the sharing of umbrellas to the tearing of pages in their notebooks just to keep their seats dry, it's heartwarming. People can do so much. But it's just a matter of consistency.
I don't mind the rain, I love rain. It's one of the priceless gifts in this world, except for rain with thunderstorms, that is just different!. The second to the last day was quite a sight to behold. The faith of the devotees was just an amazing thing to witness. Simply because no drastic weather could keep them from doing their tradition. And don't you just love it when strangers offer kindness to other strangers? From the sharing of umbrellas to the tearing of pages in their notebooks just to keep their seats dry, it's heartwarming. People can do so much. But it's just a matter of consistency.
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