The first day the migrants arrived, the weather surprisingly showed some favor.
Unlike the endless rain of the previous days, the sun appeared early in the morning, golden rays pouring through the thin clouds, casting a gleam on the puddles left behind from the day before.
Yet looking toward the horizon, one could still see a long stretch of dark clouds, thick with ink, pressing heavily against the sky.
This hinted that the clear day was just a brief respite, and more continuous rain would soon follow.
"Judging by past years' experience, this rain should have ended after another ten days or a half month at most."
