Mom and I got swept up in a summer monsoon. I wish I had my camera. We're on a wooden-floored aluminum tin bus decorated with an enormous jasmine wreath. We're sitting in the back with a plume of plastic bags, looking out at the open bus door as we drive because flood is sloshing in from the streets. It's like we're on a boat- the bus splits through all the water around us. Our wet clothes cooled us down in the heat, but the wind from the open doors made us cold. Came home to a fresh saba dinner. Brother is still home ridden and he and my uncled grilled in the rain!