“We went to the back door and turned off our torches and watched the rain fall in the darkness. Cool, soft rain. Jessie and I grinned at each other. At last. The ground sighed with relief as it fell. I took in a deep breath. "Ooh, that smell," I said. The first rain on the warm dry earth. Nothing like it. Then after the smell of the earth came the smell of the plants. It was like each plant gave something of itself to say thank you for the rain. All the smell mixed together to make a delicious air soup for us to breathe in. "Let's have a sandwich to celebrate," I said.” RainSouth AfricaSandwichTannie MariaKarooFirst Rain Book:Recipes for Love and Murder Source: Recipes for Love and Murder