My little girl and I, we are fans of a good thunderstorm. The kind where rain comes down in buckets and the wind rattles the windows till you’re pretty sure something’s gonna break. The kind where lightning ignites your room in a flash of blinding light and the crack of thunder makes you yelp and giggle with glee.
The typhoon that passed through Tokyo late last night and into the wee hours of the morning brought along with it some good old howling winds and sheets of rain. E and I were up early enough to see the rain clear up and make way for the beautiful October day that followed.
There’s a phrase in Japanese, “taifu ikka,” which literally means “typhoon once past.” Basically, it refers to the beautiful weather that comes after a typhoon. (The word “ikka” also means “family” so I used to think the phrase referred to a family that was out of control, like a typhoon. Haha. Wrong.)
After seeing how blue the sky was from the living room window, E insisted that we go up to the roof to check out the view.
It was gorgeous.