The rain has fallen all evening. A
gloomy, hot and humid afternoon followed by this wonderful feeling that every
thing has been washed and clean again. dD relaxes and watches what is now a
familiar sight. A blur of greenery right outside the bedroom door with the
steady sound of raindrops gently falling. Pear shaped drops of rain like a
precious stone hanging from a necklace. Raindrops like tears that remind dD
he’s not home.
