I hate and love you, Mr. Sun

Do you know that in the northern part of the world, some countries have no sunshine for 30 days?

Well, that is creepy.

Our country experienced drought for how many months. I have complained frequently, how hot the weather is, how itchy my skin is becoming, how I am sweating profoundly. In short, I have complained how the sun is killing me. Because of the sun, many of us got sick and eventually died.


Studies show that people living in tropical countries, or countries that has a hot climate, are happier than people living in countries that are cold. But in my own opinion, who wants the sun?

Now, as I look outside, the rain splashes to the ground. With every raindrop that fell on the ground, it was music to the ears. Meanwhile, the wind was scary. It sounded like someone was whispering to you, speaking with its soft, fading voice. The sounds of the gray morning were lifeless yet relaxing. It soothes me.

But then, I had a sudden feeling of longing for the chirping of the birds in our landlord’s garden, the longing for gazing at the immaculate, blue sky, the longing for being carefree and the longing of the scorching, shining rays of the golden sun.

Now that we are experiencing rains and all the dreariness, it would seem that I am missing the sun. As I look above, the sky is hiding behind the soft, cotton-like clouds and the sun is missing.

When I first experienced a typhoon, I thought that it would never last. I thought that the sun was forever gone. But I was wrong. It came back and behold, it made me happy and miserable.

I miss the sun. Even if, it tortures me everyday. Even if, it irritates me. Even if at times, I always complain and complain. I realized that the sun is a source of light. Without it, the world would be boring. The world would be soaked in inky blackness.