I love the sound of the rain here. Most nights it wakes me up, sometimes with quite a start as it beats down on the roof above me. The noise is incredible. Sometimes huge crashes of thunder too. I’m always amazed that Chayo doesn’t wake up. I lie there, listening, enjoying the coolness of the night and the need to pull the sheet over me, a pleasant change from the stifling heat and constant sweat.
Today was very unusual – grey, rainy and cloudy. It was wonderful. Respite from the fierce, scorching sun and the endless glasses of water to keep us hydrated. A world away from Manchester, where we woke each day hoping for sun, sick of day after day of rain and grey skies.
Context is everything.
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