The Typhoon Season is approaching slowly.
Everything seems to lean towards something and long for water and for a break in the heat. This heat is impressively oppressive. Walking feels like physically pushing oneself through warm chunky soup. Everything agrees to move slower.
A quick rain shower washes the heat and clears this humidity away. It is relief in its purest form. You begin to crave the water and the cooling affects of the storm but like a bizarre addiction, it will be a short lived pleasure. The moisture will evolve into torrential rains that raise the rivers, anger the ocean and soon take over and drown the whole country in brown. The silt and dirt from the towns will flow over the reefs and there will be many casualties both coralline and human. It happens every year.