I love the rain. It’s magical.
My mother got three stems of lavender hibiscus from my grandmother and we dumped them in a mug of water. Days passed. Finally, when the leaves were wilted and the twig was mouldy, we felt guilty enough to stick them into a pot of mud. The next day, there were two bright green new leaves.
And we have something else coming up, apart from our pink lilies and our spider lilies and our bamboo that thinks it’s Jack’s beanstalk.
Monsoon makes everything rejoice in being alive!