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the rain came the other day and flooded the road. students were walking to class in the brown water, about knee deep on some. i was driving my bicycle slowly because, if you hit a rock or a brick that's hiding under the water, you're bound to fall. falling in the brown water on the way to work is a surefire way to ruin a day.

the rain came into the buildings, it crawled under the doors. the guesthouse was flooded with water when i woke up. the rain just sat on the floor waiting for its time to float up into the air.

i woke up and the rain had stopped. the air was still thick and wet but the sun was out. the trees were still covered with moisture but the clouds that had dropped it had vanished. to wake up in a steam bath and then to wade through streets in a noble attempt to arrive at work not covered with mud and rain is to truly live.