Rain, Rain...

London drizzle is back...I'm not envious of the snow that the USA is enjoying, but the drizzle isn't so much fun either!  It has me missing the dry African heat....

I was reminiscing with a friend who also grew up in Africa about home.  The heat.  The passionate colours of the sunsets.  The beauty contrasted with the harsh reality of life.  C. Emily Dibb's poem came to mind.  

When you've acquired a taste for dust,

The scent of our first rain,

You're hooked for life on Africa

And you'll not be right again

Till you watch the setting moon

And hear the jackal's bark

And know that they're around you,

Waiting in the dark.

When you long to see the elephants,

Or to hear the coucal's song,

When the moonrise sets your blood on fire,

You've been away too long.

It's time to cut the traces loose

And let your heart go free

Beyond the far horizon,

Where your spirit yearns to be.


C. Emily Dibb

I think I'll always love Africa.