The construction workers don't have Sunday off.
They are still working in this seething hot weather.
Right now there is no sign of construction,
all i can hear is the noises of destruction made by bulldozers and their cousins, by the name of "Cranky Hand", which outspeak my humble music from computer.
The site looks miserable like being newly hit by missiles, with clouds of dust blowing in the wind.
Such an eyesore that the sky can't tolerate.
Every afternoon the dark clouds are summoned to gather in a meeting of thundering and lightning,
the conclusion is quite simple and routine:
rain, rain, more rain pouring down on the heat of civilization.
