03.10.09

I can remember the sound of African rain - it rages, it tempers, it roars.

It drums on the tin roofs with such ferocity that it hurts to listen.

The sky is black with thunder and then as suddenly as it started - it is all over.

Here, today, the rain comes down in light flurries.

It falls from leaden skies that hang sullenly over the house.

Every thing sulks, trees hunch over in damp huddles and it is cold.

How differently the rain falls either side of the equator, yet equally wet.......