Finally, it really is like the release of pressure you imagine. Breaking the dam, lancing the boil, whatever, we can all breath again.
It started Thursday last week about home time when deep dark silver grey clouds gathered over the city and the wind got very strong. Imagine palm trees bending sideways and the brooding atmosphere of those American tornado movies. (We were even trying to work out whether we'd be safer in the car or on the street....answers on a postcard...)
The following day there was actually a calm and then on Saturday, wow, a proper tropical storm. Thunder, lightening, dark at noon, more rain than I have ever seen, ever. Impressively the veg lady still made it up the hill & seemed pleased to hide out in the car port for a while.
Now the temperature is a very pleasant 25 degrees. The tap water is cloudy, the power keeps cutting out and most of the food in the kitchen is being attacked by various weevils, maggots and beetles. But I don't care, I'm happy and by the sound of the drums from the other side of the wall, so is Malawi.
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