Outside it's raining and the dark, ominous clouds threaten to pour further. Besides being perfect conditions for a nap, the rain brings back memories on Cemerong, whereby a visit to the waterfall really saw water falling from the skies as we descended. Memories of trudging without my poncho, being totally wet, and yet our spirits were high throughout. The feelings of going around with my shorts and underwear wet for the rest of the day, the butt freezing cold of the bus, the "commando" guys.

The rain threatens to flood me with memories.