Singapore’s Weather

Everything about Singapore is pretty orderly. From its streets to its buildings, people, places, laws and its government.

I sometimes have this impression that if there’s any country that can boast of being fanatical about its organization, that country must be Singapore. It’s so methodical to the point of being so predictable.

So, I find it a great irony that Singapore should have a kind of weather that is its complete antithesis.

If there is something you can count on the weather down here, it’s that it’s bound to change anytime it wishes to. One minute, the sun is shining with all its glory. The next moment, it’s raining as if there’s no tomorrow.

Take today, for instance, as I was starting to write this post, I was all set to complain about the heat. With the sun shining and the temperature at an all-time high, I thought I was going to explode. (If you hear a case of human combustion in Singapore, you’ll have an idea who that might be.)

Anyway, so there I was, all sweaty and about to turn on the air conditioning when the sky started to darken and a few minutes later, it’s starting to drizzle and moments later still, it was all raining so hard.

And that’s NOT an isolated incident. It happens all the time. All year round.

The weather here does not seem to have an idea what summer is or that it should only be raining during rainy seasons. If it does, it simply ignores that rule of nature.

Two years living here, and you’d think I’d have learned to be prepared for its fickle weather.

I never learned that lesson. I’ve never been fond of bringing an umbrella. And I was getting confident in my ability to forecast Singapore’s erratic weather.

Big mistake.

Just last week I came home all drenched in the middle of the night while returning for the party organized by https://bet888win.net/live-casino/ and looking as if I just had a shower with all my clothes on.(It was partly because of an insensitive driver, by the way.) It was not one of my good moments, I tell you.

Sometimes, I’m having this absurd feeling that the weather’s out to play games with me. If for some reason, I badly want it to rain, the sun shines with mockery. Another time I want the sun for some insane reason or another, and it all goes raining.

I know, I’m getting paranoid and weird here. But try to experience unexpected shower and being subject to the mercy of high speeding, inconsiderate drivers or try feeling so much heat you’d think you’re exploding. See how that feels.

But I’m not complaining. Me? Complaining? Heaven forbid if you ever get that idea while reading this.

I’m awesomely, highly, mightily thankful Singapore doesn’t have four seasons.

Given this capricious weather, that’s just too much to contend with.