In Singapore, most days are a patchwork of sun, rain, and clouds. It was the same in Malaysia, where the rains could build into storms, then disappear. It’s hot and humid. I’m in the tropics, what do I expect? I miss the monsoon in India, when rains meant continuous downpours for days on end, sometimes…
In a few minutes, the sun will laugh it all away, people would dip into swimming pools and play basketball below my apartment, the trees would gleam, and the only trace that it had ever rained would show for a while on the wet roads. And then that would be gone too.
I do not envy those who have to go out to work today, this morning would have made a perfect holiday.
I have no excuse not to work though, because my study is also my office and it is time for my daily writing exercises.
This morning, I’ve woken to a storm. Or may be I actually woke to the threat of one. Dark skies, distant rumbles, an occasional streak over the trees far away. The wind came through the open windows and made billowing sails of my red curtains.
I have written about the view from my window, but that was when I was in Singapore, and the view included the Singapore Harbour Bay, and the tree-filled East Coast Park. The only kind of homes I could see in the distance were tall apartment blocks.