Glenda has swept the air clean, Manila post typhoon can be a great place to be, air quality a bit better than normal, cooler, less sulfurous.
The last couple of days haven't been easy on the ears though, the sound of the rain outside my bedroom window reminded me of the sound of waterfalls, taking the boat on a Niagara Falls trip and getting as close to the rush as possible. The intensity of the water, the wave after wave of pounding against the trees and rooftops.
According to the weather report, the typhoon hit Batanes yesterday, signal number 3. What must it be like, to sit inside a stone house, watching the wind howl through the landscape, surrounded by the theatre of falling rain, and hoping the house stays firm. Cold, a bit musty inside the house, the smell of smoke from a fire inside the house. And at night, dark, but the monster continues to batter and beat the earth to bits outside.