Apparently it was the wettest June on record in Hong Kong.
53 inches of rain fell in a month that saw only 5 days without precipitation.
I am wondering if anyone (outside of Portland, Oregon) knows what it is like to walk around an entire city of people suffering from S.A.D. And even you Portland types don’t know what it is like until you are walking amongst 8 million other disaffected individuals, who ALL wield angry, huge umbrellas at eye-gouging level. [Portland is actually incorrectly credited with being the city with the highest suicide rate, it is actually Alaska, where of course, it is dark for six months of the year. As a semi-side note, Nevada comes in second… as if there needed to be another reason I had to leave….]
But, as usual, I digress. Back to the Rain.
On one day (June 7 to be specific) we had 160mm of rain fall between 8:00 and 9:00 am. That is 6.25 INCHES of rain in one hour. Having a penchant for the dramatic I find that kind of information amazing.
As the rain pounded on, so did life in the Kong. Wet, dreary, heavy, damp, musty, sloggy life. And it got a bit depressing, frankly. But then came July. And sun. And birds. And all that other stuff of Walt Disney legend. And I wondered, like the feeling you get after having to pee for so long and finally getting the chance to go, would I enjoy my hot, sweaty summer that much more for having lived through the June gloom?
I think it is going to be a fabulous summer and I am ready.
[as a side note, the cloud bursts are back today, which is what I get for procrastinating on writing for so long… ]