Category: Gwangju Writes

By Reeti Roy || The flight from Incheon to Changi was a slow-motion shedding. By the time the plane descended over the sprawl of salt marshes, banking into the thick, … Read More

By Francesca Duong The Gangneung water was radiating blue with leftover heat from the summer, and people were enjoying stamping footprints in the sand before winter took over the country. … Read More

By Reeti Roy Thunderstorms crashed outside, and because of a cloudburst, our garden looked like a pond. Two live fish had entered my bedroom – a first in all my … Read More

When I see dark clouds roll in, I feel an eminent sense of dread as the thick clouds become denser with water. The humidity that arises makes it feel as if droplets are tensely suspended in the air and are waiting for gravity to plunge them into an adventure to the ground. The gray atmosphere creates a sense of laziness and gloominess that lingers throughout the day, as if each activity is taking a physical toll.

Some of my friends absolutely adore the rain. They could spend hours reenacting Gene Kelly’s iconic dance scene from Singin’ in the Rain with a beaming smile underneath a ferocious downpour. My friends would shrug at the idea of carrying around an umbrella, and instead, fully embraced the potential of being drenched on their walk back home. They welcomed rain so warmly and optimistically – I thought they were crazy.