It’s rainy season now. We are in the middle of summer. For the last few days, the entire country is experiencing outbreaks of heavy rain. Some will call it “it’s raining cats and dogs”. Others will say “it’s pouring rain”. But whichever be the description, for my part, don’t be surprised if I’ll tell you that watching carefully torrential rain is the most popular leisure activity of mine.
It all started six decades ago when we were living in a hut made of wood, bamboo sticks and dry sugar-cane leaves. For the six children, it was collective good fun sitting on gunnysacks under the verandah’s thatched roof and observing the pouring rain.