A message from a puddle

It rained today in Lakewood Ranch- something that I personally would have wanted to  experience at home.  But since it took place on a weekday, I was inside the hotel not even mindful that it was already pouring outside by mid-afternoon.

It was only until I stepped out of the building and walked across the parking lot that I realized that the Weather Channel was right.  The whole time I was traipsing through the paved lot I thought I was glad I was wearing a skirt and flat shoes instead of long pants and heels.  It had been an orientation from my Mother since I was little that when “you know it’s going to rain that day, never wear pants.”  That had nothing to do with superstition or custom.  That was just a matter of discipline that she had instilled in my character and had worked wonders on both sides actually.  For one, I won’t have any soil on my clothes so I still looked tidy- and in turn, my clothes were easy for my mother to wash. Nevertheless, it still became a habit on my part to check the back of my legs and see if I splashed some dirt as I was walking.

The third time I looked back and realized my legs were still clean, I just paused and realized something.  We have puddles here, but how come it didn’t make me dirty?  Then I continued my walk and sighed.  I wish children in the Philippines wouldn’t have to worry about puddles and dirt when walking after a  rain.  Then they would get to appreciate rain more.