Thursday 3 June 2010

In the middle of the night the power went off. Inward groan and getting ready for the hot mugginess to descend.

Instead - oh wonders! - the sound of rain-drops! A light rain and the faintest tickle of a cool breeze grace our concrete world.

The next day - looking at the crisp view Asha says: "The sky has washed its face!"

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