It rained for four years, eleven months, and two days. The sky crumbled into storms and hurricanes that scattered roofs and knocked down walls and uprooted every last plant of the banana groves. - Gabriel García Márquez, 'One Hundred Years of Solitude'In this part of the world where I live, the dry spell is over, having been banished by the typhoons of the now-officially declared wet season. I like this season of...
