What can I say about the rainy season. When it rains it pours? Yes indeed it does. Some days it’s a nice gentle rain in the late afternoon though, the rising fecund odor of wet earth lifting the spirits, nudging ancient thoughts, permeating the senses, stimulating deep breaths as I thank the stars that I live here in this beautiful land surrounded by friends. Other times thunder and lightning and torrents of water whipped by arbitrary winds assault my windows. On occasion the sun and clouds dance across the sky sketching colorful sunsets as the evening phases to night. Sometimes the multiple cloudbursts pass quickly, often they last through the night drenching everything, the morn birthing the countryside greener. The union of the two raging creeks in my corner of the world roar outside my bedroom window while Mother Gaea, oblivious, does her thing.