walking home in the rain

I was walking home today and it started to rain.
Not all at once, gradually, the way rain comes usually.
I closed my eyes for some reason and suddenly I was transported. I was somewhere else. I was caught in a rain storm in Dalat, Vietnam. With my eyes closed it wasnt difficult to imagine the sounds of the cars and buses was the wurr of dozens of motor bikes.

When I opened my eyes again, I couldnt recall if what I had just remembered was real, or a blurr of memories. Was it Dalat, or Shanghai? It rained in Dalat, but was I out in it? I had a raincoat on in Shanghai, but did it rain?

Today in the rain, I pulled the hood of my raincoat down and let the raindrops, bigger every minute, fall on my hair. The cool water splashed on my face and ran down my back as I tried to remember.