Pining for the monsoon. Can't wait. Saw 3 wispy clouds in the sky last evening - stared at them hard, willing them to become fat and burst - would have gamely done a Liril girl dance on busy, bustling Turner Road as thanks. Nothing happened -they defiantly floated away instead. Damn. It's so hot, I can't bear to exert myself to do anything. Whine! Moan! Groan! Wish I lived in a cold wet place with deep grey skies. Hate, hate, hate hot, muggy, sticky weather. My annual monsoon countdown has begun and it's only mid-May, sigh. Hope the weather bureau is right about early rains. Am dying!