The Lighter Side of the Typhoon Season

I was woken up by the roaring storm at 6:30am this morning in Kota Kinabalu, what is a milder version of the same system that brought the colossally damaging typhoon Parma turned Storm Parma (no, not the lovely ham or the place it’s from) that sank 80% of Manila last week. Almost three hours later, the worst of the sky’s weeping seems to be over as the rain is now showing some signs of relenting. However, the pit-a-patter can’t exactly be called a drizzle yet as it is definitely making its presence known.

This morning, I have put on hold a list of to-do items (before heading to Singapore tomorrow) to listen to the real Rhythm of the Falling Rain. Somehow, the hydro-aural therapy has brought about a sense of introspection that must be explored.

Even the dogs across the road have surrendered to its charm. With old-world jazz in the background playing as another layer, I can’t help but be grateful to be alive. As I type this, so many people are displaced in Samoa, Manila and Padang right now as you and I are building better dreams. If you can offer that bit of aid, you can help the recent victims here.

With dogs giving clues and my intuition as a cue, I’m going to breathe in the surplus of fresh oxygen in the air while I take a break from life’s labors to appreciate the simplicity of being. Easy-peasy is the order of the day!