Tonight the rain came while I was eating in a restaurant around the corner from my house. When a pretty girl and her mum left, the debonair young waiter carried a garden umbrella, keeping them shelter while he got wet, until they reached the train station. Water had flooded the sidewalk leaving only a small strip or dry land, so while the women kept their feet dry he ruined his shoes. Chivalry is not dead. When I left, a restaurant scullion came out and offered to escort me under a foldout umbrella. I know my place.
At Phaya Thai Court, after just 30mins of rain the entire forecourt, covering 100m2 was 3 inches deep in water. Things look grave, as the pool is filling to a point that it threatens to flow over. I have a 6inch clearance to my front door, and I’m hoping its enough. I’ve moved everything off the floor though, there’s that much rain.
The thunder, why still a little away from being overhead sounded like an artillery battery being set off. Not a modern battery, more like Napoleonic cannons that when in time broke sound, and when out of time rolled on for 30 seconds. As the storm passed overhead the sound was like standing in a broom closet while a giant slammed the heavy door closed, hard.
The lightning is so bright and low that you could see everything if only your eyes weren’t closed.
1 comment:
here the flatlands are finally drying up - probably a short respite...
tell me, are you writing there? it sounds like you should ;) your recounts are such a pleasure to read.
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