I'm clutching my cup of coffee, trying to get my act together. I watched the rain falling on the distant hills as I had my first smoke. I can smell it in the air. Tropical rain is something different to the polite British drizzle. Because of the topography, and the fact we live in a valley. It's possible to stand outside, to hear and see the rain falling, rushing towards you, before the first drops hit your head. I love this time of year, even though it means less sunshine.
I've got to pack. We're off to my brother's little piece of Heaven. We're off to The Bush.
I've no internet, so do try and behave while I'm gone.
Bank Holiday Sunday
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Pix, please, of that rainy tropical lushness!
ReplyDeletexl ~ righty-ho, I'll take my camera. Try and show you what Bush really looks like! xx
ReplyDeleteYou'll probably be censored if you try to publish them though.
ReplyDeletedave ~ *sigh*
ReplyDeleteI used to think that Dave was a nice young man. I was right in one respect, at any rate.
ReplyDeleteI saw that.
ReplyDeleteTime to come out of the woods.
ReplyDeletez ~ you and me both.
ReplyDeletedave ~ good.
mago ~ I'm back! Got back late last night. First internet session now.