It's late and I need to climb into bed. The rain has started up, making me wonder what our safari day will be like as we take visitors to the game park tomorrow.
The rain here comes in waves. It starts and I hear it on the roof as a low, steady rumble. But then it build and builds and oh, great big waves of rain come crashing, roaring over the house.
It makes the house so wonderful, all cozy and safe like an ark.
The smell of the rain is something I can't describe. I have always wished I could taste that smell.