Raining again, the wettest summer I can recall.
Even the Green Goddess arums are still standing tall. I carry out buckets of water to plants and take baths twice a day because there are no water restrictions or rationing this year. Rain in Africa is always welcome, a miracle that breaks drought and aridity, something to celebrate and long for. Across the road the catalpa tree is in bloom, sheafs of white waxy orchid-like flowers that glow in the darkness.
I’m listening to Toto’s old song and blessing the rains down in Africa.
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside
Frightened of this thing that I’ve become
I bless the rains down in Africa, I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa