The rains came. Today's the fourth day and it still hasn't stopped, save a few, short, misty intervals when we all poked our heads out to survey the damage and glory. Yesterday I darted out in the downpour to save my chickens from a watery death, rigging up a wooden perch for them to huddle on above the waves. One of their uncollected eggs floated past me as I did.
"Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink" - the same day the rains started, our water tank broke, leaving me without running water. So I've been bathing in the rainwater and boiling it for drinking.
Despite the leaking walls and ceiling, the mold that is growing, the nagging smell of wet dog, there is something glorious about so much water falling from a dark, rolling sky.
But don't get me wrong. I am jumping at the bit to get out of a damp house and onward to Malawi, which I imagine as a sort of sunshiney Christmas paradise. Leaving soon.
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when you said the water tank broke, I had an immediate mental image of the water tank actually breaking, like the plastic cracking apart and all 500 liters come thundering down onto the mint and creating a crater... hope it's working by the time you back. And that you can find your earrings and stuff under the mold.
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