On a cloudy morning at Bulabog Beach, dark skies stretched endlessly above,
and rain that once hovered in the distance quietly raced in.
Girls in flowing white dresses ran from the sudden downpour,
their laughter fading into the rhythm of waves and wind.
As the beach was slowly veiled by rain,
the palm trees stood still—unmoved, as if keeping the island’s quiet secret.
*A fleeting moment on a rainy day in Bulabog Beach*
