A Rainy Day in History

The rain. It falls lazily. In big drops as if burdened with its duty to nourish the earth beneath it, unhurried and steady in its pace.

The TV blares out the coverage of Cory Aquino's funeral. Hundreds of thousands poured out into the streets to mourn her passing and to make a political or cultural statement. Political in the sense that they support what she had stood for. Cultural, moreso, in the context that it's ingrained in the Filipino psyche that one should share the grief of a fmily striken with a loss of a loved one.

The rain falls steadily. It nourishes the same earth that will embrace us all when death overcomes our bodies. Theatric, it may seem. Life goes on for those that are left behind. Hope springs eternal that we learn from our mistakes. This nation needs to carry on, lessons learned in tow. The cycle goes on.