I woke up this morning rays of the sun lighting up my face. It'll be a good weather, I supposed. I stood up and did my morning routine. I don't want to be late for work. I never was. Thirty minutes of getting ready, I put on my white shoes and right after I came out of the door all dressed up, dark clouds started to appear. I went on to catch up with the leaving jeepney. Rain started to fall heavily right after I got in the transpo. I could roll my eyes but I smiled. I got off and arrived at the office, white shoes now soaking wet. I took a deep breath and prayed. I'll get through this.

It's been an exhausting day but my boss smiled and thanked me. Bad weather doesn't always mean a bad day.