The Monsoon

As we've had a bit more rain the last few days, I thought it would be worthwhile to try and describe what the monsoon is like.

Pounding and thundering rain on tin roofs. So loud, you practically have to yell at someone standing right next to you. Intermittent lighting, illumniating the entire sky, and booming thunder. Howling wind. At the same time it is relaxing, exciting, and terrifying. There is nothing quite like swinging back and forth in one of the hammocks on our terrace, observing it and being soothed by a bit of its mist. I love it. I hope to dance in its rains often and know I will long enjoy it's soothing and cooling effects.

Motorbike drivers immediately don a clear poncho, covering head to toe. Within minutes, the streets are flooded, the primitive sewer system overflowing. Trash and debris is swept along with the flow of water. To be exposed is to be drenched in a matter of seconds. But sometimes, that is exactly what you want.