In my previous post, I called on all the gods for rains.
They all must have combined their forces, because this morning a cyclone hit the city, knocking over trees and causing flash floods in this capital city somewhere between Dhaka and Bangkok. [That's for you, moon, since (for many reasons) I never mention the country or city where I live.]
Lightening flashed.
The lights blinked, then went out.
The sky was a mid-night dark, and thunder rumbled above us, sending a rolling echo of crashes across the valley.
My students and I shivered in scared delight, dicussing the wickedly delicious possiblity of telling ghost stories around an emergency candle, but the noise on the tin roof was so loud, we could barely talk.
I took this pic from out classroom door, soaking my Vietnamese, flowing silk pants in the process. But I didn't care. We stood there on the third floor balcony, letting the the rain soak our skin, and screaming when the thunder crashed. I guess I'm supposed to be an example of the "calm, cool, and collected", but I wasn't. We all pointed and squealed togther, and eventually went back to our computers to finish our projects.
It is exhilarating to know that finally, there will be relief from the heat, with the clouds blocking the sun and cool breezes stirring the earth, causing all things to grow. Soon, the vines will grow inches a day, and the green will become greener, and we'll long to see the sun.
Until then, I'm luxuriating in the cool possibility of sleeping without a fan, and reading a good book while the rain pounds on my roof.
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