Singapore: MMA & a peaceful moment

This Sunday, my (fragrant, tropical) MMA class happened during a rainstorm. The community centre is partly open-air, with just wooden slats between the grunting, sweating fighters and the elements. You could feel the occasional cool spray from outside. I took a break from the Dojo to fill my flask at the water fountain, and what did I hear? Nothing but the heavy-duty pitter-patter of big rain, on big leaves. It suddenly struck me: I'm in Asia, 7,000 miles from home, and it's kinda nice!