19th edition: Shia Yu
I've actually been working on this word for a while, but it only seems to have stuck recently. It rains a lot here. A lot. A lot. A lot. Like today will be something like the 80th straight day it has rained in Yilan.
But the other day, I had an unforgettable rain experience. Kate and I decided to scooter about 50 minutes away to the National Traditional Arts Center on what started off as a very temperate and cloudy but not rainy day (that counts as "good weather" here). Unfortunately, within 25 minutes on the road, it started to shia yu. And then it started to shia da yu (downpour). We kept scootering, but the rain was coming down in drops the size of M&Ms and felt like hail. We were both soaked when we got to the Center, and I stopped to watch the rain falling for a second, and realized that each rain drop splashed about 8 inches on impact...
Needless to say, we had a great time anyway and it makes a decent story. But, I still will never miss scootering in the shia yu.
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Does this mean that you could have been singing in the "shia yu"?
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