No matter how much I write about it, it will never be enough to express how much I love the rains.
Almost everyone who knows me even a little knows of the joy I experience to see the cumulonimbus gathering.
I missed the first showers of the season and have been waiting anxiously for them to reappear over the last whole week.
As I write, the rain is pouring. Children are kicking around in the puddles. Men and women are scuttling to protect all that the waters may destroy. The sky is dark and the sun is setting.
Knowing that I will not experience much of these circumstances in the immediate future, it’s a very precious moment.
