The recent haze was predicted to get worse and any patch of rain would certainly be welcomed as came with it would be a some fresh air and sunshine.
Wee, it did so on Monday when the sky was getting grey and the air had that smell of burnt soot. I was on call and managed to skip to the bank during lunch with Anita. School was closed, so the boys were at home, enjoying an extra few hours in bed.
While we were tucking in, suddenly we heard thunder and soon after the heaven opened. It poured heavily for a good half an hour and soon after, the air was noticeably cleaner.
But that did not last long. By the time I returned home for dinner before my evening round, visibly deteriorated again although not as bad as the first thing in the morning. But, those few hours of fresh air was a respite. Long it may stay that way ...
