Sitting here at my computer, even though it is early afternoon the sunny sky has turned as dark as dusk. The wind picks up from dead stillness, rushing through the bedroom balcony and slamming shut the bathroom door before leaving through the living room windows in a furry.
After that brief outburst the stillness returns and the air feels as if it is solidifying. If I wave my hand through it quickly enough, I imagine that water will condense in its wake.
Then the first few drops fall on the open windows, splatting against the panes with ripe fullness before the intensity can no longer be held back and the storm lets go its torrents.
christao408 
Nicely written…
Poetic weather.
OMG! Chris. You have such powerful diction in your thoughts and descriptions. I LOVED reading this. More of the same please!
Have you heard from the lady who was here for Rotary workshop?
Okay I’m wet now
@ZSA_MD – Thank you. No, I haven’t heard from her so I assume she headed back home and will just mail the package. I will let you know when it has arrived and thank you again for sending it.
U write great! Now I close my eyes and imagine myself in Bangkok, enjoying the change of weather! I just got back from dry 42 C Miidle East! This is really timely, and stirred up my imagination brain cells! Very refeshing!
oh the sordid monsoon months, and the very many bad hair days lol..
@kevin – Well, I don’t exactly have that problem! =)