Ducking for cover
Rain woke me. It tapped incessantly on the tin roof, a visitor anxious to let me know it had arrived. I rubbed my eyes hard with my knuckles, stretched until my joints complained, then rolled out of bed and pulled back a curtain.
From pearl-grey heavens, it was coming down heavily, steadily, with plump drops flattening the long grass in the nuttery and the tops of the pittosporum hedge. The
