The rain has come

It's finally here. The much said about wet season of Saigon had landed, yesterday. What started as an afternoon shower of cats and dogs turned into a constant rat (lighter version?) that lasted through the night.

This morning, I woke up to a gloomy sky of bluish-grey clouds. The air smelled of rain, with that about-to-shower freshness. Taking precautions, I had on the jacket, in case it poured enroute to work.

Talk about sudden. The weather turned from bluish to menacing grey. And the rain. Goodness, that's no rain. It's God opening the dam on us.

I stayed dry on the bike, but my pants were soaked thru. Good thing the notebook was well protected by the Targus bag.