We seemed to pass through a Djeran without much movement in the skies—very little clouds or rain. But now, especially come the full moon that lies between these two seasons today, the rains have returned. The cumulus have accumulated. The nimbus have rolled in on us. It came in the night, in the darkness between. It stands for the darkness between two seasons, two years—-the rain of the middle of the year, the darkest hour, the longest night. We approach the ‘Christmas time’ of this part of the world. And after some time of trying to ensure that camp has the best chance of remaining dry, it is nice to find, again, this movement, this billowing, this metabolic digestion…in the sky.