We had a thunderstorm in style

'Last night we had a thunderstorm in style
The wild lightning streaks the airs,
As though my God fell down a pair of stairs,
The thunder boomed and bounded all the while:"

Been raining continuously for the past few days, and I love it! Of course, the city is so badly equipped for rain that you have to be ready for some chaos, and rain is bad for shoes, and it killed my internet, and the street is full of moldy smelling people, and it messes up your hair, but I still love it. Rain is a beautiful thing, beautiful to look at, and beautiful to feel and hear. I wish we had a tin roof at least only for the rainy season. Well..ONLY for the rainy season to be truthful.

We bought new umbrellas that we love to death. Some of my friends think it's silly and stupid to be carrying them around, but I like them, they're perfect for slight drizzles, and they make people smile.
And as tiny as they are, one can still cover two heads. And that's a lot if one of those is mine because I got a pretty big head.
The night this picture was taken, I was going out for dinner, one of my house mates told me that she liked my dress, my coat, and my shoes, but that I was spoiling everything with the horrible umbrella sticking out of my bag. 'My god! You can NOT be serious, you can't go there with that umbrella!' she said, she said the restaurant I was going to will never let me in with the umbrella. As it turned out, they looked pretty happy to see me and my umbrella and very gladly let us in.

Another good thing about the rain - my flowers love it and just refuse to stop blooming. These are Zennias, my grandma always had different colored Zennias in the garden when we were kids, and we used to call them Sap pangpar and I hated them (bet you thought I was going to say I loved them) :-) I thought they looked plastic, love them now though...
One thing I don't like about the rain - Lucky spends a lot of time playing in it, and with that heavy fur, he smells like a wild animal. I avoid all bodily contacts with him now and intend to do so until the rainy season is over.
I'm lying. I can't keep away from him, so in the end, I end up with muddy paw marks all over my clothes, and smell like a wild animal only slightly less wilder than him.

Also, I don't know if this is just about me, but the rain also has a way of dredging up long-lost memories and images from the past. Does this happen to you? Me, my brain seems to clear out some cobwebs and I start remembering things from so long ago I should not even be remembering them - my dad and I building paper boats, and letting them loose on muddy puddles, and how big and fat the raindrops on the puddles were....

...A nice woman who used to sing me a lullaby '...Kan kawmcharah tuihawk a luang dem dem e (?), a fim hmasa Lalngoi'n thal zo zel e...A khi ah khian lungpui a lo lum dawn e, ka nau-i kha suan khat, suan hnihin suan rawh u..' Who was she?...

...My sister, aged about 5, dressed in a blue frock and running barefoot on a muddy track in the rain...

Another fact about rain I bet you didn't know - when rain falls through dry air and evaporates completely before reaching the ground, it is called virga. Yeah I know, it sounds like mispronounced Viagra :-)