Then came the rain
After a long time without the chance to write here, I am back. Like the rain... I hope both are equally welcome. Indeed, too much of a good thing can become problematic. These last few months we have been having "gorgeous weather", i.e. sunshine, high temperatures, gentle breezes. So the crops died, the chicks hatched ahead of time, and everyone supposedly loved it. Supposedly, because interestingly enough it is today, when the wind and the rain have made a very felt appearance, that I have seen the most smiles from strangers, huddled by the doors to buildings for a smoke, hurrying under their flimsy umbrellas, hailing cabs while avoiding the splashes of passing traffic. People, even in the city, react to the changes in Nature, to her Needs, to her Pulse. We hide in glass bubbles and do our best to control the environment (mostly by destroying it, but that'll be in another entry) - yet our cells soak up the moisture and rejoice. The air is fresh, so is our spirit. Wh...