Since I've arrived in this gorgeous city, everyone keeps talking about how it's the rainy season. By now, I've seen my share of tropical storms and know that it's a little cooler than what I understand the rest of the year will be like. I bought my multiple umbrellas like a dutiful Singaporean and went on my way, thinking people were maybe a little overactive to the whole rainy season affair while I laid out by the pool day. Then came Saturday. It began with a massive thunderstorm that woke me up that morning and poured all day. No big deal I thought, I lived in Florida for nine years so I'm quite experienced with a stormy summer day. Bounced around town with my super cute new umbrella and went on my way. Then Sunday came - starts with a burst of lightening that made me wonder if living on the 11th floor over a pool was such a rockstar idea. But again, being the slightly annoying Positive Polly I can be, threw on some rubber-soled shoes, grabbed my umbrella and away I went. Monday, it rained so hard I could barely see outside my window at work. Hum, I'm thinking, this IS some serious rain. Luckily we don't seem to really have to much of an issue with flooding here or I'd be more worried. Right? Right??????????
Today, I finally get it. Rainy season = rain that kicks your silly sun's ass whenever it feels like it. Beautiful sun in the morning to start your day? It's just a tease, just enough to make you think ahhh, no more umbrella for me today. Nope, that's just a trick so that you forget your umbrella when you're running late for work and don't worry about turning back around to get it because the sun is out. And what, dear reader, does that get you? Ruined heels, wet-dog hair and pants that leave nice little puddles whenever you stop at someone's desk. Now that I'm finally dry I can laugh and say that yes, I finally get it. It's the rainy season. Carry a damn umbrella.
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