Did anyone see the rainwater drippin' from our ceiling?

When I tweeted this, I was probably at that state where I was still dealing with panic, where I was quite frantic because I actually thought "chaos just arrived on the scene". Right after I tweeted that, all I wanted was to get rid of the sudden tension that I just encountered tonight. Thank goodness it's all done. I'm finally refreshed, and my mind is relaxed.

But boy, it happened just a few minutes ago, it's still registered in my mind. It's quite a chaos, but not too drastic, like you know what I mean folks?

Like what I tweeted, it's a cold and rainy night. Ofcourse, there's no reason for me not to be overjoyed; I wonder how many times I've already said it in this blogpage that I truly love RAIN, and I just really have that unfathomable fondness for rain. Yes, I did say that here. A couple of times already, in fact. (Just go check out my other previous blogs, see what I mean LOL)...

I turned my computer on, and my younger bro raced upstairs and then into my room, panicking! He asked me if I knew where exactly our huge pails and rags were stored, and upon hearing his question I think I already figured what was going on downstairs. We ran downstairs and into the living and dining area...and I think HALF of the whole flooring was actually freakin' wet! Now there's gotta be a hole or crack that rainwater could pass through...so where's it comin' from... I could hardly think 'cause I was being given a nerve-racking situation already, I mean just by seeing almost the entire floor being wet, I was already unnerved! Then I saw water drippin' right from the ceiling, onto the floortiles.. IT'S A LEAK! A FREAKIN' LEAK DUDE NOW C'MON! I immediately ran for the rags and started swabbing our floor, but it was a bit hard and I figured a floor mop would do better. My mother had also become aware and went downstairs and helped us, and we had to wake our helper too so she could help us fix everything. My father was busy preparing to go to work, and when he was done my bro and I had to take care of his leaving --you know, like we have to open the gate while he drives the car and close it when he's already gone and then we'll lock up the house and all that stuff. And yeah, it was raining hard..but here's like the catch: our garage didn't have a roof to shelter it from a bad hot or cold weather. Great. Just great. We have to go outside and open the freakin' gate...AND THE STORM IS FREAKIN' RAGING OUTSIDE! We went outside with umbrellas, which we had to have a real tight grip on 'cause the wind was blowing too strong and was blowing them away from our hands, almost! We opened the gate, and ofcourse it ain't like we'd close it immediately right after we opened it. We had to wait a little 'till my father goes away already right? So we stood there a couple more minutes and waited till father drove away. And to tell you folks the truth, the umbrellas almost served no purpose because even though we used it to shield us, rain still got us entirely wet! It's no use. I went back inside to get the padlock for our gate, and left my umbrella outside..and I wasn't aware that I left it open. Once we locked everything up, mom told us to get back inside with the umbrellas. But when I looked for the umbrella, I couldn't freakin' find it. What the fudge? I just left it here! Then I started to think that I could've probably left it open and the strong wind blew it away. Panicking, I started looking for it and spotted it over there!!! Right at the end of our garage, close to our gate! I ran and grabbed it, tried to hurriedly get inside. I was running, about to enter the house, but my bro failed to hold the door open for me because of the extremely strong wind, and just as I was on the doorstep the freakin' door powerfully shut, crushing my left hand, having my fingers pinched in the freakin' door!!! Aww!!!

INSIDE THE HOUSE. A lot secured, but I was fully wet with rainwater. And I mean, SOAKING WET. I took a towel and wrapped it around me, drying myself up. I looked at my freshly-wounded hand, the door had peeled off a very small portion of skin from my forefinger, and it was profusely bleeding. It truly isn't a huge wound, it's just really really really a tiny one but the pain is quite terrible I would say. *Sigh* They had already taken care of the leak, placing a few pails and rags on the "most-dropped-on-spots". Thank goodness. And I knew at that point that all I wanted and needed was a quick hot shower, to revitalize myself.

It was like a small chaos. But oddly, I still love rain for it. I think it's still quite a lot of fun..despite the slight carnage I went through tonight. Haha! ;")