Rain
As clouds gather across the dark grey sky, I am aware it’s about to rain. My favorite weather. As a self-proclaimed pluviophile, I am filled with genuine happiness. Assuaged by the sound of the rain as it hits the dry pavement, I am transported back in time to my parent’s brick red bungalow in Lagos. When my roofs were covered with aluminum sheets and the rain poured harder with purpose, providing water for sustenance. Feeding the earth in abundance. I can almost smell the damp earthy soil as I breathe in the moisture in the air, closed my eyes and listened intently to the pitter-patter of the raindrops, creating a steady rhythm like the beat of a drum rocking me to sleep like the perfect bedtime lullaby and I am comforted.






