The rain in Johannesburg is exquisite. We live through months of ashen sinus-ridden dryness for this and it is worth every minute. A quick wind blows and you can smell all the scent of flowers and grass whooshing past your nose. It is intoxicating. Then big fat plops of rain fall on you – it’s like a beautiful gift to your mind and body as it splashes on your face and releases its peaceful scent. Your cheeks or your arm are momentarily cooled. And then of course, you run for cover.