What de ja vu. I’m sitting in the same I-net café (my internet is still disconnected at home) I was in when I wrote my parents an email about the rain in Saigon back in May. The reason it all feels so familiar is because it has started to rain again– something which may sound ordinary but when it hasn’t rained for weeks and months and starts in Saigon – it doesn’t stop for months.
It was a bit strange not having the rain for so long, as if the gods were all caught up playing a poker tournament on Mt Olympus and had forgotten to water the garden. Obviously on of the evil dudes, probably Ares or one of his ilk (maybe Demeter – god of agriculture) had fallen out with Zeus regarding the fifth ace up his sleeve (you’d think a god would know how to cheat without getting caught?!) and got kicked out. Feeling sorry for himself, cursing his luck (or maybe Agathodaemon – god of luck) and using the age-old excuse that “he needed to go to the toilet anyway”, he stumbled outside and let loose.
Boy, did he let loose. Let loose? Yes, let loose the alliterations, my boy! Flurries of frenetic rainfall, sheets of scintillating sheens, pellets of precocious pearls, volleys of vehement veraciousness, lavish masses of liquid marbles, a barrage of bombarding bursts, a sporadic deluge of deep-soaking drops. You get the point. This is no longer a godforsaken country.
And it’s not going to end any time soon – the rainy season lasts until September. Forrest Gump wasn’t lying when he said: “One day in Vietnam it started raining, and it didn't quit for four months. We been through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stingin' rain... and big ol' fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways. And sometimes rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath.” That’s the gods’ honest truth.
It was a bit strange not having the rain for so long, as if the gods were all caught up playing a poker tournament on Mt Olympus and had forgotten to water the garden. Obviously on of the evil dudes, probably Ares or one of his ilk (maybe Demeter – god of agriculture) had fallen out with Zeus regarding the fifth ace up his sleeve (you’d think a god would know how to cheat without getting caught?!) and got kicked out. Feeling sorry for himself, cursing his luck (or maybe Agathodaemon – god of luck) and using the age-old excuse that “he needed to go to the toilet anyway”, he stumbled outside and let loose.
Boy, did he let loose. Let loose? Yes, let loose the alliterations, my boy! Flurries of frenetic rainfall, sheets of scintillating sheens, pellets of precocious pearls, volleys of vehement veraciousness, lavish masses of liquid marbles, a barrage of bombarding bursts, a sporadic deluge of deep-soaking drops. You get the point. This is no longer a godforsaken country.
And it’s not going to end any time soon – the rainy season lasts until September. Forrest Gump wasn’t lying when he said: “One day in Vietnam it started raining, and it didn't quit for four months. We been through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stingin' rain... and big ol' fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways. And sometimes rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath.” That’s the gods’ honest truth.
12 comments:
Well, Hop'ya got a rainjacket sonny! Could get pretty wet out there.
Just bought one, guv...seriously, like 10 minutes ago.
Demeter wasn't a god, but a goddess. Or is this like in Hollywood where Nicole Kidman calls herself an "actor" when she's actually an "actress"?
Demeter wasn't a god, but a goddess. Or is this like in Hollywood where Nicole Kidman calls herself an "actor" when she's actually an "actress"?
The rain is at least warm, The rain we get here is really cold. Sometimes, likke this past "Spring" week for instance,the rain has been so cold it has been falling as little crystals of ice... I'm sick of really cold rain in the spring. I can't wait to try some of that hot muggy rain you got over there dude.
I love the rain, always do. Saigon rain isn't that bad, it's cool and refreshing.
Tania: My bad - was just trying to be Gender PC ;)
Mullet: ice crystals falling from the sky? I'm not sure, but don't they call that snow...?
Chi: Bleh, it's not that bad until your lovely, new white shirt turns into a dark, spotted, muddy mess from the crap the motorbikes churn up and spit in your face. I still love the rain too though :)
yay!! dit reën in die kaap ook (forrest se little bit o' soft rain :) lieflike weer. geniet dit!
rain is always good, rain brings water, water brings forth and nurtures life... but unless it's the acid rain, which VN has got a bit of it in recent years.
The Rain in the Cape sucks . . . I used to like it but these days if it rains I don't work . . . And i like my job. Flying is fun. And when I dont work I tend to leave little useless pearls of nothing on Hennos Blog out of boredom . . . Thanks for listening to my ramble. Cheers (sulking)
There's nothing like a little Cape rain, it just means the swell is coming and surf's up!
Haha, yeah head usually it would be called snow but in my experience it doesn't snow in the springtime so I dunno what that frozen ass rain was called but it couldn't have been snow...hehe.
Jood: Why can't you fly in the rain dude? I thought you were now a proper pilot and shit. Is it that the South African planes are dik dodgy and don't work in the rain?
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