Today, there was rain. The skies just opened up without warning, and the water pelted down onto the dry earth, soaking it to a dark brown and releasing all of nature's scents into the wind for me to smell. I wish I could capture that smell here in words, or on film, it's like nothing you get in any city, or anywhere I've been before really. It is mother earth. I was sitting on the stoop with my tea and biscuits (a new addiction for me, I think I'll have to bring back 50 packets with me to the US), watching the rain pour down over the rocky, lush hills above, and decided I need to be in this rain. I ran up stairs to put on my takkies (tennis shoes) and a cap, and hopped outside straight into the down pour, a bit surprised at how cold the drops were as they darted onto my body. I contemplated running back to put on a sweatshirt but opted against it and kept walking towards the fence where the village met the bush. Rain dripping off of my hat onto my face, my shirt quickly turning dark grey and becoming heavy with water. It crossed my mind that the others in the village would think I was crazy for running out in the rain, but I didn't care, it had been outrageously hot and humid the past two days, and this was a welcomed reprieve that I was not about to miss. I walked outside the gates, not caring that I was now on the animal's side. I didn't go far, but it felt good to just be outside, in the open, on my own, in the lush rain... The trackers and I waved excitedly to each other as they all passed by on their way to pick up the rangers to go out for their evening game drive. I wished I was going with them, but then again, I was happy to be spending this time on my own...in the cleansing rain.