A short monsoon season has started a subtle creep into every day. It has added a pleasing new dimension to the otherwise eternally sunny skies (sorry Portlanders who are still in the misty grey of winter). First there was the day of the strange orange glow, like I had on a pair of yellow-tinted glasses. Heavy rain then doused any poor soul still out driving on his or her scooter. Then came the night of thunder and lightning, rattling the glass and reminding us of the big storms of the East Coast.
And just now, a blanket of low clouds ripped open and the air was filled with water. Rain came in sideways and upwards as the wind blew sheets of it against the building. Our normal view of shophouses, streets and temples with forested green hills beyond was reduced to just a couple of blocks of very wet looking morning commuters.
And in the 20 minutes it has taken me to post this, the sun has again started peeking through and I can clearly see the hills.
And in the 20 minutes it has taken me to post this, the sun has again started peeking through and I can clearly see the hills.
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