Tonight I was seized by a need for almonds a half hour before the super closed. (And duck eggs, because two of my dozen were bad and I am suddenly out of them. The super had duck eggs Sunday, but as it turned out, none today.) So I trotted out into the night, in my indoor sandals yet, noting the low black ragged clouds zapping along from the north. (Is dark at 8:30 now, a month from the solstice or-is-it-equinox?) That cold front moving in, and may it move fast. Well yes. But it came accompanied by monsoon rains that were flooding the gutters when I went to leave, so I waited for a lull and then swam merrily home, drenched to the skin, celebrating this 19th anniversary of the typhoon that hit Tokyo directly.
And I still don't have a rain icon.
