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July 21, 1942

Our times are abnormal and this is but only due to the state of war. Events are happening as they never did before, and even nature is taking a direction outside its normal course. I have lost count of the number of days it has been raining. I have a feeling that with some more days of rain, the resulting flood would break the record of the universal deluge. I would not be surprised if someone claimed that Paradise was in the Philippines, and mistake Ararat for Arayat.

The Weather Bureau has not been announcing the coming and departure of typhoons, and neither do the newspapers make similar announcements for ships. It must be a war secret. Since the arrival of the Japanese and the appointment of a mining engineer as director of the Weather Bureau, we have not been able to tell the presence of any low pressure aside from that of our blood, nor which wind is blowing or whether there are heavy rains or typhoons or gales in the offing. We know which direction the typhoon is taking from the angle of the raindrops and when we have to close either the north or south windows.

The silence was broken today to give us the surprising information that Manila is flooded whenever the water rises to knee-deep level.