It started out gloomy – the clouds seemed dense and heavy. There were no warm sunshine hues that I have always looked forward, too. Fine drops of rain started to hit the window pane of the room where I stayed for some nights in that city. Then, it hit me – that day was the start of the most colorful street dance competition in the town, the highlight of Bacolod City’s Masskara Festival! “No, it couldn’t be pouring. Not today,” I uttered.  My prayers and the energy of my positivity emanating from the bathroom while I shower might have reached the heavens above as I saw golden rays through the curtain…