Downpour

When we lived in Hong Kong, there was a time of year called the 'monsoon season'. There was a non-continuous scale, from one to ten, and I remember we got sent home from school when it was a three and my dad had to come home from work if it was an eight. At this point, we were supposed to pull the shutters across the French windows and stay in the living room. Ten was a hurricane.

I remember one year, I was walking home from school and I was so drenched that I was able to get into a blocked storm drain, using it like a swimming pool, and it made no difference at all to how wet I felt. 

I'm not saying this afternoon was on a par with a monsoon (maybe a one) but there was something about the heat and the sound of the rain pouring down that reminded me of those days in Hong Kong. I stood in the door from the living room to the deck and video'd the rain coming down. Well, eventually I did. On my first attempt, I seemed to think that my phone would somehow automatically know that I wanted to take a video because in fact, after standing there for a minute, I just ended up with this photo. 

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‘A History Of Seven Killings’ by Marlon James