The soft hum sifted through MJ’s mind and grew gently in intensity. As she awakened the hum crystallized to a gentle patter. Of drops on the soft ground beneath her balcony. Of mild splatter off her windowsill. She breathed in. Her window had stood open all night to let in fresh air. The cool, sweet scent of April rain on red earth and lovegrass filled her nostrils and beguiled her taste buds. Her stomach had not awoken yet, but her tongue already savoured the little titbits that floated to her.