Rain, and day 12
Another day of rain in rain city. Nothing heavy, just the annoying, undying mist that makes your bones feel wet. There’s no protection. From the moment you wake up, it doesn’t matter whether you’re outside or inside, you just feel… moist. The forecasted sun today is nowhere to be found… I saw a glimpse of the blue sky earlier but even that’s disappeared.
The rain in Hong Kong was different. The summer monsoons were torrential and often devastating. We would check the TV and radio at night for news of the storm’s escalation, hoping that school and work would be cancelled the next day. Usually the storm blows away overnight, but once in a while it escalates during the day and we’d be sent home in midday. I recall our school bus stalling in the flooded streets at the bottom of the hill, along with other cars trying to get home, the muddy yellow water swirling around the big wheels under us. Though we weren’t stuck for very long, I spent the time fantasising about the apocalypse.
The wool shawl provides good protection against the fine mist. It was a blessing when I had a tummy because my jacket wouldn’t zip up. I was contemplating buying a mummy-and-me jacket like the fancy schamncy M Coat but then mum gifted to me her shawl, which is a thousand times more special.
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