Rain, rain, go away…
When the heavens open up over the metropolis it’s not just a drizzle, it’s a full-blown urban baptism.
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When the heavens open up over the metropolis it’s not just a drizzle, it’s a full-blown urban baptism.
“Rain, rain, go away, come again another day” — a sweet childhood chant we once believed could bend the weather to our will. Back then, it was about missing a game of patintero or a spin on our bike.
Today, it’s less about playtime and more about missed meetings, soaked socks, and the spiritual experience of wading through EDSA in your sneakers. Monsoon season is here again, and Metro Manila is not just wet — it’s practically amphibious.
When the heavens open up over the metropolis, it’s not just a drizzle. It’s a full-blown urban baptism. It starts with a drizzle that turns into a deluge faster than you can say “Waze reroute.”
Streets morph into rivers. Sidewalks vanish. That shiny new underpass? It’s now a public swimming pool — no lifeguards but plenty of floating trash. Canceled classes, postponed government work, and rescheduled family reunions are now standard operating procedure.
And let’s not forget our favorite love-hate relationship with Metropolitan Manila Development Authority traffic advisories. You’ll see them flashing dramatic warnings like “Flooded: España, Taft, Kalentong, Bonifacio Avenue, everywhere you need to be right now.” It’s as if the rain has a personal vendetta against your itinerary. Doctor appointment? Moved. Job interview? Canceled. Tinder date? Sorry, love — unless you’re both into kayaking.
Public transport becomes its own horror show. If you were hoping to catch a bus or jeepney, good luck. The lines stretch longer than your patience, and when your ride finally comes, it’s Noah’s Ark minus the animals — just dozens of damp commuters clinging to plastic bags and whatever dignity they have left.
For the car owners, things aren’t any better. You think you’re safe in your vehicle until you find yourself in waist-deep water, engine coughing like a chain smoker in Cubao. Tow trucks feast on stalled sedans like vultures, while insurance agents field frantic calls from car owners who didn’t think “acts of God” would include an actual attempt at recreating the Great Flood.
Inside homes, it’s not exactly cozy either. Rain leaks through forgotten ceiling holes, pets panic at every thunderclap, and brownouts turn Netflix nights into candlelit séances. Kids can’t go to school, parents can’t get to work, and everyone’s on their last sachet of coffee.
Meanwhile, barangay officials are busy handing out sandbags and sympathy, and social media becomes a gallery of flood selfies, sarcastic memes, and crowdsourced road updates: “Avoid Araneta Avenue! Looks like Venice, minus the gondolas and romance.” It’s metro chaos served with a soggy side of humor.
Yet somehow, we endure. We roll up our jeans, we pack extra slippers, and we bring our umbrellas even if they flip inside out the minute we step outside. Because in this city, you either learn to laugh at the rain — or drown in frustration.
So yes, rain, rain, please go away. Come again… never. Or at least bring better drainage and a Grab discount next time. Until then, we keep singing our childhood song, not for fun, but as a desperate prayer to get to work dry and on time.
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