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<\/p>\nToday, I’m musing over Hong Kong thunderstorms, and if you don’t find them quite as romantic as me, then indulge me as I try to twist your arm on the subject.<\/p>\n
You see, I crave sleep more than most people. I\u2019m obsessed with it, and many have often joked that my ability to fall asleep is my superpower\u2013though personally, I want a better super hero name than Captain Zzzzs. When I was little, I would fall asleep anywhere. I\u2019d fall asleep over dinner, in the car, and every week in church during the homily\u2013much to my mother\u2019s dismay. As I got older, I started sleeping in lectures in uni, and got very good at sleeping in shows: from Verdi to Vivaldi, I\u2019ve slept through them all.<\/p>\n
In Hong Kong, however, shut-eye has often eluded me, perhaps because of the light pollution, perhaps the small spaces I\u2019ve called home, but for some reason, my superpower has waned somewhat in The 852, making a successful night’s sleep exceedingly precious.<\/p>\n
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In fact, there\u2019s only one thing that I will tolerate waking me up mid-slumber nowadays, and that\u2019s a wonderful Hong Kong thunderstorm: the type that illuminates your entire bedroom. There\u2019s just nothing better than being awoken to, what I imagine must be similar to the sound of the gods having orchestra practice in the skies after one too many ouzos. Zeus clangs the cymbals loudly, as Helios and Selene take to the drums to proffer the resounding bass; I don\u2019t know why it\u2019s the Greek gods who frolic at night over Hong Kong in my mind, but whoever they are, they must be having fun.<\/p>\n