ANDREW X. PHAM

Monsoon clouds mop over the ranges with endless sheets of thick, pounding, drowning rain, and then suddenly, the sun drills through the leaden sky. Soon steam rises from the dark green hills like fog. There is an insect that chirps like a bird, and a bird that meows like a cat. But our nocturnal cat can't be disturbed from his nap even as a big field rat taunts the puppies while the water snake wiggles across our fishpond as though he owns it. It is so humid my bath towel nev