Rain, smiles and going home.

Rain.
It is the last thing I want to happen during school days.
It's not that I hate the rain, in fact, I love it when I'm all locked up inside my room thinking just about anything.
I just hate the rain for the reason of dealing with it while traveling home.
It was a drag. Especially when you're wearing flats that on the verge of falling apart because of every splashing step on the ground.

Another Thursday.
Last night (literally last night), I spent my Thursday night with my college friends, basically playing poker, eating and watching movies...the usual stuff.

Insistent.
I bid my goodbyes to them and tell them I have to go home, though they insist that i should stay a little bit longer because the water level near my university didn't subside yet.
My mind is telling me that I need to go home, though my body wants to stay begging for my safety, but my mind won after all.
I left the house holding a plastic bag for my shoes because I borrowed slippers so that I can freely walk on the wet ground outside. As I went out, the rain continued to pour out, but I still went on because going home is the only thing that matters that night.

It was struggle.
I was hesitant to take another step, thinking if I should really walk through the murky waters made by the rain. I took another step as the cold, muddy water send shivers through my spine. But I went on. I didn't mind walking for another fifteen minutes just to get on the last train. I was relieved for the first time last night when I reached the train station.

Cold.
After getting exposed from the shivering coldness of the rain, the almost empty, air-conditioned train made my body temperature drop even more. But I'm willing to tolerate myself to it just to go home. After all, it's just three stations away. All I have to do is to wait.

Tired.
I made another long walk that night, but I still went on.
I never stopped walking through the slippery ground and the strong winds that the rain has been giving us. All I think is I need to get home.
I hear people chatter. I see people waiting for their rides. I see people getting soaked in the rain. I see people walking a mile with me. All of them has the same goal as me...to go home.

Last ride.
It was not really my exact ride, but it left me no choice to get in.
I was relieved to see that there were a lot of seats available, but everything changed in a matter of seconds.
People hurriedly rushed in to the jeep I'm in. I'm seating near the entrance and people are quickly piling up inside. Some even have to sit on the floor and about 4 people are standing up the jeepney entrance, just to get home.

Inside was a complete mess.
So I bowed my head, payed my fair, without looking at the boy who asked for it.
As I continue to bow my head, I grabbed my life saver (ipod) and listen to some music as I ride my way home.

The ride.
As I thought it will be another dull and suffocating night, it actually went better than I expected. The boy, who serves as a conductor (the one who collects the payments of the passengers) of the jeep quite, caught my eye bit.

Boy conductor.
He's wet, he's really wet. He doesn't mind getting all drenched in the rain just to help these people to go home and of course, do his work. To be quite honest, if you look at him, you'll not think he's like that because of how he look like. He is not a typical kid you see around the streets I'm telling you. Also, above all that, he still manage to smile and talk to the passengers inside. Well, that made me smile.

Almost there.
I'm almost home.
People starts clearing out in the jeep, though it is still quite jam packed, he stood near the entrance, quite beside me. He made little incidents like accidentally touching my right knee as the jeep put on a complete stop. It made my eyes pop out a little bit plus a little giggle I made in my head as he touched my bare knees for support. I didn't mind after all since he really apologized about it.

Home.
I'm around my destination finally. I can fully breathe inside since only a few people left inside the jeep. He finally sat down since there's already available seats around. He sat beside me as he count the drenched money he collected from us. I continued to sit up straight and stare outside the rain as I feel him staring right in to my soul. I'm tempted to look back but...I just didn't do it. I halted the jeep as my eye caught the car my mom's driving. I went out without saying another word and look back.

Writing this experience I had maybe weird but, things like this rarely happens and only a few write about this kind of unusual experience.
I really do want to see that boy again, wishing to be remembered by him too.

I don't know what disney story I can compare this with but...
the only thing I regret that night is...

...offering my handkerchief to dry himself up and a simple thank you for making my night.



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It did happen, well some. I cut a few parts but that's basically it.