I like rainy days. In the rainy mornings the drizzle wets the window and its noise wakes me up. I'm happy when I can feel the clammy air on the rainy days, while I'm still in bed in my dark gloomy room. However I've learned that the rain doesn't always drizzle.
The heavy rain in this country is really wild. Perhaps the reason is that Vietnam has also rainy seasons; yet, the amount of the fall of rain and its noise scares me a lot. The rain looks like waterfalls; besides, since the sewerage system is not completed the waterfall inundates the streets at once. My room in the second floor has been flooded twice.
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Of course, I falter to go out to work on such rainy days. I didn't know that high boots are useless for this kind of heavy rain, and I know now that one should wear sandals or should just go bare foot. That works better.
The first time I experienced floods here I saw many people passing by wearing rain cloths. They walked, easily, bare foot on the flooded streets.
But even if it's raining so heavily, I expect the students to be waiting for their teacher (for me). I barely made it till the school, and when I got there the gate was closed. I couldn't see either students or a single Vietnamese teacher.
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According to what I heard later, since, in this country, hardly anybody had a phone and, because public transportation is not much developed, there is a kind of a social formula or common sense thinking that reads: "a rainy day is a holiday".
Consequently, people can cancel their appointments or even business meetings, because of the bad weather. It's like an unspeakable agreement among the Vietnamese. This formula still works, though many people now have a phone.
Well, I came to school for nothing on the rainy day. Does that mean that I don't have common sense. I hope not.
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