Moldy March is real
in Hanoi
we live in a perpetual light drizzle
like being enveloped in an invisible damp hug
cool at first, and then slowly
the wet seeping into your skin, hair, everything
and not so much fun.
I imagine this is what being inside a cloud
must feel like
blurry and damp.
I am embracing this season because
as sure as day will break,
the sun will find us
and the damp will turn to unending heat
and I will become the damp sweaty cloud
in which we now live.
Change the words 
as sure as day will break,
the sun will find us
Don’t be so sure… ;0
I love the imagery here, being enveloped in a hug. I do feel that sense of moodiness through your writing. And a lot of days like today I’m pretty happy to not have to deal with hair! ;0
This was great! I loved “the wet seeping into your skin, hair, everything.” I could almost feel my own hair and skin getting wet! And then “and I will become the damp sweaty cloud in which we now live.” Loved how you turned it around and made yourself the cloud.
The visuals you created with your words are incredible!