Most years the Philippine weather is as predictable as a politicians lie. We take it for granted and we are only surprised when it doesn’t happen the normal way. Here in Dinalupihan Bataan some things are a “For Sure”. Stand in front of your house, or pretty much anywhere for that matter. Take a kid, he or she doesn’t have to be yours, give him/her a Nerf ball and ask them to close their eyes, spin them three times and have them launch the ball into the air I predict the ball will hit a Toyota Innova or a stray dog walking or sleeping on the street. I used to do this using a rock, but broken windows and injured dogs made me switch to the Nerf ball, plus the kid gets to keep the ball, and none of us have to run away. But the point will be made.
I missed most of the very hot season mid February to mid May because I was visiting Bay Pointe hospital with constant A/C and the drugs they were giving me. But on 12 May I was kicked out and sent home to the Hot Weather. While sitting out in the front, I noticed that no city water was flowing through my pipes during the day, but at night the tanks would fill, the rainy season had not started yet.
I foolishly told 7 lifelong Filipinos that the rainy season would start on the 15th of May as it had every year that I had been here during the last few decades. Once more, I got that “What does a Kano know look!” These people had been on the Philippines Islands their entire lives.
The morning of the 15th, in the distance there was a slight rumbling of thunder from the heavens while we were sitting out front drinking coffee, and a few family members were smiling and sticking their hands out from under the patio tent and showing me their dry hands. I smiled and said; “Oh yee of little faith!” But, then at 1600(4PM) they came up to my room, pulled me out of my nap and then led me to the roof to point to the sky to view the falling rain. I’ll admit it was not a deluge, and it lasted less than 15 minutes, but hot damn it was precipitation, by any other name it was rain. BTW it happened every day after until it started coming in full gully washers. Chickens were angry, but the ducks were ecstatic. My legend expanded, throughout the purok.
Now when the rainy season ends it is a duck of a different color, normally in my neck of the woods it’s the end of November, but we always get the late in the season typhoons with all the names they have, for them and some consider that still part of the rainy season, but I say nothing, keeping that legend alive.
Now it is freezing outside the temperature has plummeted to the high 70’s or the low 80’s and swimming is put on hold until February when winter ends. Except for those silly Kano’s now frolicking on the shores of Subic Bay. Oh the floating bars are back out at the moorings and the SMB’s are flowing.
Growing up in New England, after a real winter, if the temperature hit the high 40’s we were in t-shirts and shorts. But not quite the beach yet!
But it is cool weather here now, less A/C required, the outside restaurants are doing a booming if not brisk business. (Did you see how I snuck that brisk in?) Come in the water, the weather is Fine.