A sooty grey curtain of rain hangs over the eastern hills and towards the north. During the afternoon and into the evening, heavy downpours followed brief periods of calm. Moments ago a gust of wind rattled my window. In the distance the sound of a jet plane preparing for take-off at San Francisco International — a deep-throated sound, like the rumble of thunder. Behind the next-door neighbor's house, a cat's plaintive mewling.
The weather forecast is for rain and more rain, and gusty winds. Flooding may occur in places.
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The woman who cuts my hair is Vietnamese. I made an appointment for a haircut at her salon this morning, as she is leaving for her homeland tomorrow for two weeks' vacation. She tells me that she has a sister and a brother still living there, in a small village near the Mekong Delta. She has been in this country for about twenty years, yet she is still a stranger here.
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