The first time I experienced a typhoon was when a notification went out during one of my classes. The students were to pack up their stuff as soon as the period was over and prepare to go home. A typhoon was coming.
By the time the students had left it was a pleasantly sunny sky, a bit sticky from the rain that had passed by earlier. The rest of the day was pleasant and the next day was dry. Typhoons seemed nice, I thought.
Over the next few years I came to think of typhoons as a bit of rain and then a sunny afternoon with canceled classes. It happened enough. I was lucky enough to have it happen the day my son was born, although the rain was fairly strong that day. I always credit that as why he does not fear thunder and lightning. Sometimes fantasies are fun.
Later in the year of my son’s birth there was a typhoon that quickly changed my opinions. One of my schools had been hit by a landslide strong enough to knock it off of its foundation. A friend lost his home, a school dorm. He was lucky, though, as another teacher in the dorm lost her life.
As we prepare for what is said to be a massive inbound typhoon, I hope for the sunny afternoon with the children glad to have the day off.