Minutes After Midnight

The road was silent. Aside from the squeaking tires of cars and buses that passed by, it was only the pouring rain that made a pounding ephemeral sound. By the side I was walking, waiting for anything that would take me home. My frigid body, tired of a day's, or say a night's work, badly needed a rest. Drenched, I walked and waited like forever with only a jacket and a thick, curly hair for protection from the unforgiving rain. Buses won't take notice of me. Occasional jeepneys are full, one refused to take me in upon seeing how drenched I was. Taxis that passed by have their red lights on top that signals they are not available.

I was there waiting, let alone stand, and still. I braced myself and realized, it was all worth it.