Rain, Rain don't go away. Fall in big buckets outside my house I pray. Tomorrow I must cook, clean, and drink, all without a kitchen sink. I'm sorry for polluting the lake next door. It is only because my caste made me poor.

I wrote that last night while it was raining......I'm leaving Bangalore today and traveling to Mysore. I don't know yet what kind of internet access I will have but I'm sure it won't be as fancy as it has been here. If you don't hear from me for a few days, that's why.
Namaste-