Rain has been streaming down lately, but I secretly like it. Clouds hug and mystify the mountain tops, and it allows me to make good use of the boots I lugged across the world on my 20 hour journey. It is good to know that the plane-time discomfort is now justified. Ha.
Here is a little painting I did in appreciation of my boots, the rain, the background-mountains, purple night sky, pink pavement, and hotpot-inna-bag from a little stall for dinner.
Also this one because it has been far too long without these guys being mentioned! The Damalu seem to become more active in the rain, scurrying to and fro with furtive vigour. Maybe because of the worms..?