Describe your favorite holiday and season for us in scents and colors. (or just a time or place you love, if you don't care for either of those topics.) And I'm afraid I've added in sounds and touch as well.

The constant sound of the season is the endless rushing of rain, varying from heavy thundering downpours, chaos on the tin roof, to lighter showers, where the sun shines through the water falling. The ground dissolves to mud, and the earthy smell of decomposing leaves and soggy ground is everywhere. The river flows over its banks, its water brown with stirred up mud and sand, rushing furiously downstream. The tiny streams that are dry for most of the year down the mountain begin to flow, and the hundreds of frogs are constant background noise, swelling their throats and calling at the return of the rain. The flood waters rise, and the air is constantly damp. Nothing will dry.

Rowing through what was formerly a paddock, insects chitter and cling to floating pieces of grass. I see a snake swimming, looking for dry land. Its skin is a shining black, glistening in the water. Cool mud squishes between your toes. Where the ground is composed of clay, the rain creates a giant slippery slide, where we play and become covered in the red clay. It dries on us, cracking as we move, our hair forming solid tendrils around our faces. Pale orange children. We stand in the rain and watch it melt away.

After some time, the rain stops, and the waters recede. The stirred up silt settles to the bottom of the river again, and the ground begins to dry out. The tree frogs call out in regret, and begin finding cool damp places to spend the coming months. The heat returns for another year.