I spent half of my life in Vietnam and am half-Vietnamese so when I was checking the weather for tomorrow and saw that it was in my favorite weather conditions nostalgia really hit me. I love the rain in Vietnam. The smell of petrichor brings back memories of riding on my uncle's motorbike in countless floods that everyone takes so casually. I remember watching pigeons gathered by the puddles after the rain while eating street side pho with my grandmother and aunt and how cool it always felt during the rains. Vietnam is in my blood, of course I'd think 90 degrees was cool.
P.S. This was supposed to be published last night but I must have saved it as a draft instead of publishing it.
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