First Rains: An Ode to the Monsoon

First Published May 2021 | Words and photos by Vietnam Coracle

More than a mere meteorological phenomenon, the first rains of the monsoon have symbolic associations and practical implications. Historically, the rains represented change and transition. But there’s also a cathartic element to the first rains; breaking the heat of the dry season and the build-up of dust in the air and on the streets: a cleanse. The coming of the first rains is the most dramatic and obvious seasonal shift in Vietnam. But more than that, monsoon downpours and tropical storms are, for a long-term foreign resident like me, the quintessential expression of the tropics, representing the exotic and the mysterious. A sublime spectacle of nature, for me the monsoon embodies the excitement and romance of living far from home.

First Rains: An Ode to the Monsoon in Vietnam


AN ODE TO THE MONSOON


For millennia, the coming and going of the monsoon rains – and the winds which accompany them – dictated the lives of farmers, sailors, merchants and traders, determining what they could grow, where they could sail, and where and how they lived. Like all seasonal changes, the monsoons were the annual clock by which people lived their lives. Although not bound to the monsoon in quite the same way as in the past, even today the rains play a significant role for people in Vietnam, both practical and metaphorical. In an urban context, the rains are sometimes seen as a nuisance, an inconvenience: the flooded streets, the traffic jams, the damp rides to work. But even for urban dwellers, the monsoon still has a certain romance: the feeling of coziness when inside looking out at the rains, the spectacle and theatre of a tropical downpour, the relative coolness that comes with a sudden shower. 

First Rains: An Ode to the Monsoon in Vietnam


Vietnam has two monsoons. But, as a resident of Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City), my monsoon is the southern one, which generally arrives around April or May and lasts until October. This is known as the ‘southwest monsoon’ on account of the prevailing winds that blow in from the Indian Ocean, where the rising temperatures of the spring and summer months cause moisture from the sea to evaporate, forming giant bubbling clouds over southern Vietnam which burst over the vast flat fields of the Mekong Delta – swelling the great river’s many paths – and on the tarmac streets and concrete homes of Saigon, the cool mountains and forests of the Central Highlands, and the wide, windy beaches of the southern coast.

First Rains: An Ode to the Monsoon in Vietnam


The rains are an event: a performance of nature. The build-up of heat, the clouds arching on the horizon – like buttresses to the sky – then blackening, losing their form, melting and collapsing in torrents: sheets, curtains, walls of rain: millions of fat, dense raindrops falling with an urgency and intensity, as if gravity were too weak a force for their journey. Even though the rains can be inconvenient and uncomfortable, I can’t help but be impressed by the drama of a downpour. I’m English. I come from a temperate climate with four distinct seasons, each of which has clear defining characteristics, none of which are particularly severe: the winters cold but not freezing, the summers warm but not hot, the rains frequent but not intense. When I came to live in southern Vietnam, where there are only two seasons – the wet and the dry – I instinctively looked for signs of seasonal differences: shifts in temperature, wind, changes in the foliage, humidity, quality of light. After a few years, I realized that, while there might only be two defined seasons, there are many subtle variations – ‘micro-seasons’ – between them. But the first downpour of the monsoon is the most obvious and dramatic of all these seasonal shifts.

First Rains: An Ode to the Monsoon in Vietnam


Thunder showers in the tropics have a character and charisma. Monsoon downpours feel like a form of communication between nature and humans. I remember a violent storm waking me in the dead of night in my hotel room on the riverfront in Ha Tien. The flashes of lightning were so bright they hurt my eyes, the thunder so loud it made me jump, the lashing rain so fierce it rattled the glass in the window frames. It was as if a god were desperately trying to pound some message, some lesson, some warning into whomever or whatever dwelled beneath this storm. Eighteen months later I was in the same hotel room at the beginning of a global pandemic. It’s easy to understand how storms were once interpreted as messages from a divine power. But, I suppose, they are a kind of communication. Each year in Vietnam the rains appear to get heavier, the storms more frequent, the flooding worse, the damage more serious, and the season longer than the previous one. It seems obvious that storms are, if not a warning from a deity, at least an indication that weather patterns are changing and that this will have consequences for us.

First Rains: An Ode to the Monsoon in Vietnam


Monsoon cloudscapes are a sight to behold: an alternate realm of gaseous sculptures and martian shapes. Rainy season clouds (cumulus congestus – a name straight out of Harry Potter’s spellbook) build and grow on the horizon, mushrooming in the grey-blue sky, forming great vaporous cathedrals floating above the landscape. These imposing edifices brew and brood until oil-black and heavy, their towering tops flattening out to form anvils in the sky waiting to fall, thus completing the transition to cumulonimbus (storm clouds). Ever since I first saw these monsoon cloudscapes in my mid-teens, I wanted to live in a country that experiences them regularly. Rainy season clouds make the sky bigger, more fantastical, mysterious and grand; they’re at once threatening, theatrical and beautiful. Such is the drama of the skies in Vietnam during the rains.

First Rains: An Ode to the Monsoon in Vietnam


The very first time I can remember seeing Saigon, the city was in the grip of a tropical downpour. I was on a plane on approach to Tan Son Nhat Airport in mid-August, the height of the rainy season. Below, the city was monochrome. From my window seat I saw a thick curtain of rain sweep from one side of the city to the other, blurring out the entire metropolis, like a thumb drawn across a charcoal sketch, smudging the scene.

First Rains: An Ode to the Monsoon in Vietnam


The sound of the rains is so loud that all other sounds cease to exist for the duration of a downpour. In the cities, the rain sizzles like oil in a frying pan as it falls on corrugated-iron roofs. But, as the intensity builds, a deep drumming ensues as the fat raindrops fall on hard, man-made surfaces, pounding concrete walls, tarmac roads, aluminium cars. In he countryside, the noise is softer, gentler: an intense whispering as the rain falls on natural surfaces – fields, earth, leaves, thatched roofs.

The rains release smells: in the countryside, the deep, nutty scent of damp soil and the vegetal, tea-like fragrance of wet undergrowth; in the cities, the noxious smell of drains and ammonia.

First Rains: An Ode to the Monsoon in Vietnam


Just as suddenly as a downpour begins, so the rain stops. All the sounds of the city and the countryside fade back in: dogs barking, engines revving, horns tooting, frogs croaking; the purring of an electric fan, the rumble of an air-conditioning unit; people’s voices chattering indistinctly; cicadas, seemingly woken by the rain from their dry season slumber, hum everywhere, but remain invisible.

Despite the rains initially being a relief – clearing the air of heat and dust – once a downpour stops the humidity rises and the air is thick and soupy. The heat quickly returns, evaporating the moisture on the roads: the cities become saunas. One’s skin is constantly moist – even the slightest movement causes perspiration – and clothes cling to limbs.

The rains release smells: in the countryside, the deep, nutty scent of damp soil and the vegetal, tea-like fragrance of wet undergrowth; in the cities, the noxious smell of drains and ammonia.


Although my favourite time of year anywhere in Vietnam is the Southern Dry Season, I’m always excited by the rains. No matter how long I live in Vietnam, a monsoon storm will always be the ultimate expression of the tropics, of the exotic, of the power of nature, of the unknowable, and of all the excitement, mystery and potential which that inspires. No matter how much the rains flood my alleyway under two feet of water, making it impossible to return home for hours; no matter how many tennis matches I have to cancel because of wet weather; no matter how many times I have to ride to work in a downpour, arriving in a damp and disheveled state to the amusement of my students; no matter how uncomfortable I feel perspiring in my clothes at a dinner date, I will always be in awe of the rains. There will always be a romance to the monsoon.

The rains release smells: in the countryside, the deep, nutty scent of damp soil and the vegetal, tea-like fragrance of wet undergrowth; in the cities, the noxious smell of drains and ammonia.


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16 Responses to First Rains: An Ode to the Monsoon

  1. Tanguy says:

    Hi Tom,

    I read your article and I can`t help retaining my tears, the recall of my childhood came out to me. I remembered at that time, that sky suddenly turned into a dark grey color and the sound of the distant thunder so loud announces the coming of the monsoon storm, no doubt here it comes! As usually, with others kids of the “hem” where I lived, we just jumped out of our houses , run around under the heavy drops offered by the rain. It was just so fun, so innocent, so humble at that time. Thank you so much to share your love and emotions about Vietnam. A viet kieu from France currently living in Japan
    Tanguy

    • Tom says:

      Hi Tanguy,

      Thank you. It’s nice to hear this article has inspired happy recollections of your childhood in Vietnam.

      Yes, children still jump around in the rain and the puddles today in Vietnam – although mostly in the countryside, not the cities anymore.

      Best,

      Tom

  2. wendy wiggins says:

    Tom, having lived in the tropics for close to five decades, currently residing in Phuket, your Ode to the Monsoon expressed perfectly the wonder and drama of this time of year.
    Was delighted to learn the word petrichor for the smell of rain hitting the earth, a word I’m sure I would never have known if not for monsoon season. Thanks for all your great articles and Vietnam will be the first place we revisit once travel restrictions allow.
    Wendy

    • Tom says:

      Thanks, Wendy.

      What an amazing word. I’d never heard it before. Fascinating. That one word would have negated about two paragraphs on this post 🙂

      I hope you continue to enjoy the rains and get the chance to visit Vietnam soon.

      Best,

      Tom

  3. John Pearce says:

    This is some of the most beautiful writing I’ve read in a long time. You really captured the feelings of a Vietnamese monsoon. Thanks, Tom.

  4. Jim says:

    This was a wonderful piece of writing Tom. Made me long to return to Vietnam again and experience the wonders of the country. Thank you.

  5. Jon says:

    Great writing Tom. I’m curious though as to why you choose to live in HCM when there are far cheaper, far more beautiful and far more peaceful places to live here such as Da Nang & Quy Nhon. I’d give my right arm to relocate to Da Nang but a great job in HCM keeps me here, golden handcuffs so to speak.

    • Tom says:

      Thanks, Jon.

      Well, I like many aspects of Saigon – particularly the local alleyways and neighbourhoods, and the food scene. But also, like you, I have my job in the city and my social circle and leisure activities. I’m also lucky enough to be able to get out of the city regularly and experience the rest of the country. But, I agree, there are plenty of other great places to live in Vietnam, and Saigon can certainly wear you down.

      Best,

      Tom

  6. David de la Harpe says:

    Beautiful article , I am from Sabah , east Malaysia on the island of Borneo , so I know exactly what your talking about. Love the way you have written it , does make it come alive for me .

    Cheers and enjoy the seasons !

  7. Tom says:

    Always a great pleasure to read you Tom: although I never had the chance to travel in Vietnam during monsoon season yet, you describe it with such realistic and poetic details that, for a moment, when reading this page and looking at the beautiful photos, I was in Vietnam.
    Thank you for sharing your love of this country with us: it’s particularly precious during these times of pandemic as we can’t travel abroad.
    🙏🏻

    • Tom says:

      Thank you, Tom, for the kind words.

      Hopefully, you’ll get a chance to return to Vietnam and experience the monsoon here sometime soon.

      Tom

  8. Martin Grist says:

    A fabulous piece of writing. As an English expat here as well, this chimes perfectly with my own feelings about the monsoon.

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