Through the glass, it feels like the river has the same number of boats every day, always standing still. Everything is relative, my views and feelings are only relative because I don’t always look at the river. The stillness is so strong that even the water is just a long streak of color. The thick green leaves on the other bank seem to have been trimmed straight and evenly by a hand, creating a border separating the river and the sky.
However, there were times when I was surrounded by the sound of the wind. The wind was loud and hurried. I imagined it roaring, spinning, sweeping everything in its path, accompanied by a howling sound, along with the noises it made like a series of rustling metal roofs, the sound of objects colliding and rubbing against each other. The sky darkened and split into two parts. Above was a menacing dark gray cloud, and below the river was a thin, weak light blue. There was a rather large ship in the distance, the only sign to recognize it was the bright lights. I didn't know if the ship was returning, going, or anchored, that it turned on its lights so early, or because it was about to rain? And then very quickly, the white afternoon rain covered everything, the river was no longer there, let alone the ships.
The river is immersed in the rain but is a "moving" picture with the sound of steady rain. The sound of my tapping on the keyboard and the sound of the rain create a rhythmic sound of the percussion, sometimes fast, urgent, sometimes intermittent, on the murmuring scale of the water and depending on my train of thought.
I stood up to watch the rain. September rain sometimes comes twice a day, morning and afternoon, sometimes only in the afternoon, sometimes creating four seasons in one day on the river. Saigon rain is usually not persistent, pouring down and stopping quickly. It feels like the rain comes and goes quickly. But there are days when the drizzle lasts from afternoon to evening, making my picture of the river a dull gray.
But the most wonderful thing is after the rain. Some days it rains early, after the rain the afternoon sun is a soft golden color, sparklingly beautiful. Some days it rains late, after the rain the bright lights of the windows of the buildings in front are clearly visible. Some days it rains early, comes and goes quickly, leaving the sky a clear black in the evening, the boats on the river have long since turned on their lights, creating a sparkling outline of diamonds. Even more wonderful, the moon appears starting from yellow, gradually rising to a bright white color and slowly drifting to the other side of the high-rise building - a place I have never seen when the moon sets on the sidewalk. I think the moon is still beautiful at that time because that side is the street, the urban area, with high and low roofs...
In September, the rain gradually chases the season away, leading to cold, dry days, then Christmas, the end of the year, then Tet... That's why the September rain feels so rushed.
Look, it was as if someone had just lifted the curtain of rain to reveal a clearer picture of the river. The blue sky quickly returned. I saw several large ships coming and going. There was a long whistle. It was as if there had never been a heavy rain before...
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