Hooray, hooray, the mango rains;
Hooray, Hooray, the flooding streets;
Hooray Hooray the chilly air.
105 degrees has dropped to 75 degrees: brrr: where's the fleece?
On my tin roof, the rain is drumming, drumming, drumming, announcing the change of the seasons.
Mother Nature is making up for the past six months of no rain.
(This is a pic of my wet, happy garden! :-)
This morning on the way to school, some of the streets were flooded with knee-high water, and at least three Friday events have been canceled due to the rain. I guess it's SE Asia's version of a "snow day."
Water matters, here, as I write in Thirst. Last year the rains hit hard, a pics of which you can see here at "And the Gods Answered" and I soon realized we'd been hit by a More Than a Thunderstorm.: a cyclone, to be exact! It's Friday evening, and all I want to snuggle in the covers like I used to do on a snow day, and read a thick novel that takes me far, far away to the land of glaciers, snow, and icicles.