"I am sitting on a large rock" -- r_c_dracarys

I am sitting on a large rock. In front of me, I see the Mutarazi Falls and mountains covered by mist. There are large clouds forming above the falls. The clouds have already covered the sun. The atmosphere is quite gloomy, yet the sight is beautiful.

I can feel the moisture in the air from the rain that was pouring the whole night. There are puddles of water on the uneven concrete ground. I can hear the wind blowing, and as it does, the cold air stings my face. The maize crops are swaying gently as the wind blows. There are maize seeds on the floor.

Modernization has found its way in; there is a green water tank towering above the crops. I see the winding roads that lead downtown the valley. Cars make their way slowly and carefully down the steep roads. Their lights are on to see through the mist. A car hoots in the distance and I hear goats bleating.

I now hear the pitter patter of raindrops start. The sky is now completely obscured. I seek shelter as the rain becomes heavier. The smell of rain fills through my nostrils. However, the aroma of breakfast being prepared in the kitchen also manages to waft through the rain and into my nostrils. Smoke from the kitchen fire rises into the air and disappears.

The rain is freely pouring down and flows downhill in the direction of the sugar  cane plantation. I also banana plantations. There are hundreds of rows of banana plants. The rain water seems to be cleaning the surface as it runs downhill. The chickens and goats have also sought shelter in their sheds.

I can no longer see the falls, they are completely covered by the clouds and mist. The rain pours faster and is pounding the ground harder. It blurs my vision and I can no longer see past me. I can hear the rain hitting the metal rooftop. I smell the the fire brewed tea from the round hut kitchen.

It has been almost twenty minutes. The rain is becoming lighter and lighter. The concrete floor is glistening from the water. The thatch of the kitchen hut is wet and blackened from all the smoke. The buildings have been cleaned too.

A goat makes its way to a puddle of water. I watch as it drinks the water. Then it moves to a small tree and starts munching on the leaves. I can now hear the chickens clucking.

The rain has now completely stopped. I can hear more traffic coming down into the valley. The mist still covers most of the mountains. However the falls manage to show their majestic beauty. The clouds have moved lower down the mountains. The trees and vegetation on the mountainside look a deeper and darker green.

I am surrounded by beauty. I smell, hear, and see where I come from.

-- r_c_dracarys