Confetti from the sky


South Africa is experiencing its worst drought in decades. For months it’s been dry, dusty and relentlessly hot. When I was a child the country experienced a drought of similar intensity. I clearly remember scooping buckets of water out of the bath to water the plants in the garden. I never thought that I would be doing that again years later – this time in my own home.

But then it started to rain.


After months of expectation I found myself standing outside in awe of all the water falling from the sky.

There’s something magical about rain. There’s something about thunder announcing that rain is on the way and then that glorious moment when the water is released. Even during the most severe storm I feel calm – I close a few windows, plug out the Wifi and just settle down to appreciate the rain.

When it rains I feel humbled. It is a reminder that nature is in control and that Mother Earth knows what the heart needs. It needs nourishment like soil needs water. The heart needs adventure and hope. Rain always brings with it the surety of renewal and growth and that’s why I think the human spirit feels so energized by rain.

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating. There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

– John Ruskin