Rain pelting, Sky shredding the hills with grey. Chickens invade the yard for pellets, sodden, accusing and noisy. Tussock leans over heavy with raindrops and the grass lawn grows greener. Yesterday the tussock performed in the stiff West gale, bowing in howling unison amid wet, moss boulders, a symphony of grass in thrashing tune with wild wind whipping. Today it just hangs in wet exhaustion, dripping. Puddles reflect the white light falling and the sparrows shelter and complain among themselves. She, wants to go shopping at Manaia for particular biscuits for her ailing sister way up at Lake Rotoma...it's her day off, you see..so whatever she wants...and anyway, it's raining.