COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 38

In the summer, there was plenty of rain in the south.

On the third evening when he didn’t go out to release the geese due to the weather, Pon and his younger brother moved a small bench and sat under the porch with their heads down to browse Weibo.

Seeing that Pon was replying to the comments one by one, Benz, as an experienced person, persuaded him, “Oh, it’s not a big deal anyway, don’t reply to every comment. If you have nothing to do, go to some forums and take a look at the big events of the nation.”

Pon obeyed and went there but didn’t see any major national events.

When he looked up, he saw a hot search “Sailub Hemmawich is suspected of ordering a ring and planning to get married.”

Benz leaned over to look at it accidentally or intentionally and exclaimed in an exaggerated manner, “Wow, the ring must be super beautiful!”

Pon didn’t click in to read it.

He slid his finger on the interface to scroll down.

While browsing, he asked, “Your idol is getting married. Shouldn’t you be sad?”

“Huh? What am I to be sad about?” Benz put his hand over his heart with a yearning expression, “I am a career fan, and if he is happy in his personal life, I will also be happy… I am still waiting to be a bridesma!”

Since that headline came into view, Pon’s thoughts were stuck like a rusty machine, and after absentmindedly going through the popular blogs, he sat alone on the porch for half an hour.

After becoming smarter, the first truth he understood was that the world had never been fair and you don’t always get rewarded when investing in something.

Those things that he hadn’t been able to get in his life, there would always be someone who could obtain them all with no effort.

Raindrops pounded on the roof and slid down the brick-red tiles. The water evaporated by the summer heat turned into a mist in the air.

It was no longer warm when it penetrated the flesh through the pores.

Pon shuddered and wrapped himself in his tight-fitting coat.

No wonder he always felt cold, no matter how hot the weather was.

Light rain turned into heavy rain, and heavy rain was accompanied by strong winds.

In the afternoon of the next day, the town authorities announced a red alert.

A typhoon caused by a tropical cyclone approached the peaceful town at a speed of nearly forty meters per second.

Pon had never experienced this unique climate of the southern coastal area firsthand.

While curiously checking the information on his mobile phone, he helped his mother to reinforce the doors and windows.

The house where the Kitjaruwannakul family lived was built in the 1980s.

After decades of wind and rain, it still stood as upright as ever. It was reasonable to expect that it was sturdy enough to withstand the test, but this time the typhoon would not just pass by nor sweep its tail.

The weather station predicted its path would go directly through the town and its power should not be underestimated.

Aunt Lisa next door, whose family lived in the town for generations, was also uncharacteristically vigilant.

After arranging her own house, she helped the Kitjaruwannakul family, and even Dr. Kenta, who was far away in the city, called to remind Pon to pay attention to safety.