Rain.
I thought it rained hard in Seattle but after a monster downpour in Bali I have decided what is truly rain and what is simply drizzle. First let's quantify "rain". If each drop contains water in the quantity of a shy liter and the drops are collectively whizzing through the air at a spacing of a shy centimeter then that is "rain". If the sky has opened up with cracks of thunder and the God of Rain, Waruna has unleashed an ocean of holy water on the earth and its scrambling, stumbling, scattering and thoroughly soaked inhabitants find nary a crevice of protection from the deluge...then that is; "rain".
Steamy.
Tomorrow morning it will be steamy and I will feel like a Chinese humbao as soon as I wake. Where my skin (surface of bun) stops and the thickened soupy air starts will be difficult to determine until the tropical sun rises and bakes the paste away revealing a beautiful new layer of skin ready to burn. I'm ready.
Hey Mr Humbao - we recall that feeling...nothing like the tropics. We miss you around here and had fun last weekend hitting another pinata with the girls at Ruby's B'day. Brooke told us all sorts of your stories and she misses you terribly! Glad to read you are finally getting into a routine and sleeping well. Tear out my carseat...
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