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.