It's rainy season here in Dalat and the funny thing about the rain is that it rains every day. Every morning I wake up to the heavenly view of clear blue skies and gentle white clouds, but every afternoon the clouds turn dark and fill the sky with rain. There is a certain peace in this knowledge. The sun will rise tomorrow. It will be beautiful in the morning. It will take its afternoon siesta. It'll revisit the day. It will fall for the night, and the night will be clear. It's a rhythm kind of thing, I suppose.
“THROUGH the shine, through the rain/ We have shared the day’s load;/ To the old march again/ We have tramped the long road;/ We have laughed, we have cried,” -Edwin Arlington Robinson, Twilight Song.