The rains continue unabated. I am home – the only day in the week that I have to myself. Sitting by the window and hearing the rain. and boy, is it loud.

I have come to the conclusion that I am, at my core, a villager. When the rains fall, I have this terrible urge to go out and dance . My heart fills with so much joy that at times it seems that it may burst.

The plants around the building are positively beaming with joy.