you trotted through the green-dark green forest…same as a countryhuman, Vietnam, the clouds, white as snow, puffy as cotton balls, turned into a logger grey, as white mist covered the green area.…as the light grey clouds got darker, before..

Splat!

another fell,

Splat!

Rain dropped down, falling hard into the ground. You had to take shelter under some leaves

Vietnam found you hiding from the weather, passed out

“!”