As they reached their block, Lin paused. The drains were still gushing, but slower now. The city had survived. It had been baptised again.
As if on cue, the sky opened up completely. This was not rain. This was the full monsoon fury. The world turned white. The sound was no longer a drumming; it was a roar. Water fell in solid, diagonal sheets. The drains overflowed onto the road, turning Jalan Besar into a shallow river. A taxi splashed through, sending up a fan of brown water that looked like a pair of wings. monsoon season singapore
Wei Jie tugged her sleeve. “Ah Ma. The sun is here.” As they reached their block, Lin paused