
The Cape drought left its uncomfortable mark on all local South Africans in 2018, when the inability to use water as we please, became a harsh reality. This inability to cleanse, to cool, to warm, to feed, and to relieve, was one that made me frequently yearn for rain like the withering flowers in my garden.

I found myself longing for rain to not only feed the arid land around me, but soak and cleanse my inner landscape. Suddenly the drought was not a literal occurrence anymore, but the perfect metaphor for a misery that crept into my almost-thirty-year-old existence.

Then, the realisation that rain, even though sometimes harsh and violent, is crucial to bringing relief. When there is no rain, there can also be no flowers. I, therefore, hope this zine will bring you comfort when you need it, as it gave me when I made it.

