The rain comes again.

You do like this. And then like this,” my host mother explains as I am on my way out the door. My expression of incomprehension may give the appearance that it is conceptually difficult, what she is explaining, but what I cannot understand, with sleep film still coating my eyeballs, is why she is showing me how to put up an umbrella.

I put my hand on her arm and say gently, “I know.”



  1. It’s monsooning here too. I’ve neglected to carry an umbrella two days in a row – a mistake I’ll not make tomorrow. Thankfully, warm rain feels good, and at the end of the work day I don’t care what my hair looks like and therefore I enjoy it.

  2. The rain is cramping my style. I actually start to get antsy if I don’t run now, but I can’t do the track if it’s raining and I just don’t like treadmills.

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