Oh hey, it’s nearly mid March. The weather in Singapore is horrendous. It hasn’t rained in weeks. I can’t even remember the last time it did. Every day is a warm day. A warm day with blue skies, a warm day with cloudy skies, a warm day of haze, a warm day with perspiring, non-deodorant-ed people. It’s at least windy, sometimes. Sometimes, it’s windy but the wind prefers to stay outside, bellowing through trees and getting lost among tall, concrete structures.
Rain, please. I miss the pitter-patter. I miss opening the windows to the smell of rain. I miss thunderstorms. Give us a good one.