To this day, I can still recall when I first heard this haunting melody by Louis Armstrong. In all likelihood the reason why I can still recollect this moment so vividly is because it evokes memories of incessant pelting rain. The song, the magazine on WW2 that I was reading, and the dark foreboding sky, are all inextricably linked.
This day was the 1st September 1968, the day of the raging floods in Port Elizabeth.
These pictures evoke the same memories and evince the same response
Main picture: Jet wash in the morning mist