It rained today. Proper, torrential, rain.
The rain took me by surprise. The sun had been out in full swing for the past month, maybe more. And I had come to expect nothing but blazing heat.
We had just been for a run in the park when the torrent fell. Luckily, we were by then indoors, snugly huddled around a table, coffee in hand. And I could not be happier that I had decided to bring my car to the café rather than walk the 500 metres.
Given my dislike of driving in Bangkok and my fondness for walking, me opting for the car was extremely unlikely.
So, this either suggests I was extremely lucky, or offers conclusive proof that I’m psychic.
I’ll let you choose.
After so many weeks of Summer heat, the rain was a welcome respite. The sight and sound of the storm raging outside provided a surprisingly relaxing backdrop to our coffee-fuelled conversation.
It was a perfect morning, to be followed by a perfect afternoon as I sat revising under the verandah. The sound of raindrops falling on the roof. The light touch of the cool breeze on my skin. The smell of wet grass. The coolness and freshness of it all.
Revision had never been more aesthetically pleasing.