@sneeko30_: Rain hammers the tin roofs of Mombasa's CBD, turning the streets into a river of reflections — yet the city refuses to pause. Vendors hunch under dripping umbrellas, matatu touts call out through the downpour, and boda riders splash past with the same urgency as any sunlit afternoon. The hustle doesn't wait for clear skies; it simply changes its rhythm, wet and unbothered, proving that Mombasa's heartbeat is louder than any storm.