Rain

Only two years ago,
wind whipped Stavanger,
west coast wet Norway-
was the norm.

Rain sideways,
rain always-
graveyard of inside out
umbrellas.

There was no bad weather
just bad clothing.
And really bad weather.

To dry out, we moved to
perpetual sun,
the Dubai heat-

glowing, baking in
dry heat summer madness,

basking in winter sunny perfection.

After 18 months of desert dry,
we arrived in tropical Singapore
to visit friends from Norway, Saudi Arabia,
Maui and college.

A timeline of our lives congregated in
Sing a pour.

Wet.
Rain.
Puddles and rivulets,
brown mud water
rolling down curbs, trenches and roads.

The rain floods my mind.

Gray skies seem familiar
and cozy,
wet feet in the tropics,
cooling-

perfect shaped umbrellas
deflect-
as we drift through temples,
float past noodles
and meander through Singapore decked halls of
blue Christmas lights,
twinkling down
Orchard Road in the drizzle
mist cloud.

Wash away the desert dust,
drum the soothing beat,
rain down big pearl necklace
drops-

In rain we remember
and in rain we wander
through the puddles
of our past.

 Terry with pulled pork sandwich.

 Terry has been making "the dip" since UB days in the late 80's!

 The Crew! Chris, Terry, Cindy, Jill, Doug, Maya, Crystal (behind couch)

Bella, Rosie, Alexa, Malcolm, Emily, Oscar (on couch)

 Hiking in the mist. Chris, Cindy and I pose at the summit.

 Singapore street decor hanging in EVERY tree.

 Jill, Crystal, Bella and Rosie "strike a pose" with some artsy "friends."

 Elephants, lights and my kids.

 Noodles and Tiger at the Hakka stands

Taoist Temple