tears from the sky

Let's talk about the weather...

A vicious cycle of heat, humidity, rain, humidity, heat, humidity, etc.

You don't have to be doing anything, just standing there. The sweat will seep out your pores, the air is so heavy with moisture that it's hard to breathe. Your clothes stick to your skin and you long for the dry coolness of the air-conditioning. And then you look over, you see a young girl, walking around in 35/85 degree heat bundled up in a black sweater and pants without so much as a glimmer of perspiration on her forehead. Oh the envy. You wish your makeup wouldn't run but there's no choice because you can feel the heat within 5 minutes of walking outside.

The air is thick with moisture, you see the grey clouds starting to come together and blanket the sky above you. The sky turns orange in the afternoon, the winds pick up. Without warning, you feel a small drop. And then a larger one, and then an even bigger one. The motorcyclists take refuge under bridges to put on their rain gear while the folks on the street reveal an umbrella without which they don't leave home. In a blink of an eye, the sky darkens overhead and the rain falls faster and faster with the storm drains quickly rising. You run for cover without getting your feet too wet. The umbrella seems virtually useless with the wind whipping around and you struggle to maintain control of the only thing keeping you remotely dry.




Just as soon quickly as it begins, the rain eases and the clouds part as the sun comes streaming through, heating up the ground and you feel the water evaporating as your surroundings start to dry.

But such is life. This is what happens a few degrees north of the Equator. You adapt and take more showers. The people are used to it.