OVERNIGHT RAIN

It rained during the night somewhere else. I wasn't there, but I could feel it. More so because the skin remembered the warm breeze. The neighborhood sounds during the darkness were conducive to the mind being in that place, at that time. Which is actually over a dozen hours later, and somewhat warmer on average than here.


One very much has the urge to step outside under the overhanging corrugated roofings to enjoy the wetter weather. Even when it's bucketing down. It seems marginally cooler.
A smoke, lukewarm tea in a glass, and the distantly passing pedestrian.


Normally, here, they avoid the rains.
Probably makes their hair frizz.
Plus the scalp itches.

At least, that's my explanation of their rain fear. And the folded newspapers held above the head. As well as when, though no rain is predicted, umbrellas are carried at ready, to be deployed at the merest sprinkle. Even if it looks like it might. Possibly.

Gosh, it gets wet there! Refreshing! Usually this is a welcome change from the somewhat oppressive heat. The buckets of rain flow down the nullah, and though the streets flood, water usually does not get much up from the gutters, seldom clearing the curb.
No problem for everyone who lives on the next floor.

The convenience store on the ground floor keeps everything at least a foot off the ground. Now you know why. If the labels soak off of some bottles there's no clue what's in them. Could be condiment, could be concentrated goo. Maybe it's haggis in a bottle?


I made haggis once, from scratch.
Now I'll never eat it again.



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