Apologies for sudden disappearance. I concede defeat, having miserably failed in the poem a day challenge.
Other day typhoon warning signal 8 was issued for the first time this year but didn’t turn into a full blown affair. No chance of a drought here, the weather alternates between huge downpours and skin cancer inducing sunlight. For a third type I have to wait patiently for Autumn, the ideal season, you get the user friendly sunshine without getting soaked just out the door. Spring is so humid that even your walls sweat, literally.