It was past three in the afternoon and it was a great relief to see the extreme summer brightness outside fade away into a gloomy shadow of the clouds that thickened up in the sky.
The humidity was threatened to dissolve in the anticipated rain.
I sent myself out into the garden to cultivate the soil and contribute a bit to this suffocated planet’s flora. The ground had opened its soul to receive another strong May downpour – something I planned to take advantage of to shower my newly-planted cuttings should the downpour come.
I finished my work at around 5 pm. There was no rain. Just me and my new plants which I manually watered. By the way in the garden was my husband, too, doing his own garden thing, and our little one occassionally cheering us up or making us smile. That made the afternoon more meaningful, even without the wind-blown rain.