It's raining in Shanghai

Though there are times of doubt
as hollow as the Grand Canyon,
Still God is filling me...
and my heart which is very big,
I promise it is very large,
a monster of sorts,
takes it all in--
all in comes the fury of love.
- Anne Sexton

It's raining and I just showered because before it was raining it was very hot. The kind of hot where you can't not buy ice cream on the way home. And now I'm sitting in my bed wrapped up in my duvet watching the thunderstorm, my hair dripping all over the place. I've always liked the rain and I never carry an umbrella. Sometimes I wonder what it might be like to be a person that checks the weather forecast in the morning and packs an umbrella just in case. There are no taxis to be found in Shanghai when it starts raining. None. You may as well tuck into the nearest cafe and read a newspaper. I'd rather take a taxi when it's hot.

My roommate hasn't come home for a full day and night. Her door is in exactly the same place and so are her shoes. Hopefully she's just visiting a friend of something.