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After it rains in Singapore

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.

Writing about rain, storm

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.

Writing about writing with a view

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.