Only a brief lead time for the splash this morning, the darkening cloud quickly gathering. Most of the breakfast people moved one or two rows under the Sarah awning. Ah! The mist drifting in, just like in Paris a few weeks ago in the newspapers. (Over at the entryway at Kinex the overhead misting had been installed even five years ago.) In the Sing Tropics the rains provided the closest, most welcome & pleasurable encounter with nature. There was only a brief visual effect from the pavement rain trees, even the tallest. Pigeons, mynahs, cats & occasional dogs failed the function. Occasionally a family of otters surprised in the channels & rivers. In the touted local cuisine the fruits & vegetables bore the marks of their refrigerated transport. (Spices perhaps doing better.) Turned into a brief, minor event. Of course in Melbourne it was little different. And not forgetting the great thunder claps too, though that of course continued to hold some of its integral terror, more strongly still than the jets coming in so low to land at the military airfield over the back, at Paya Lebar.
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