“Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.”

I was between asleep and awake when I heard the rain. It was dripping from the roof to the overhang below my window. I stayed in bed just a bit to listen. When I got downstairs and let Henry out, I was surprised to see the rain was mere drops, one by one. I hardly got wet running for the papers.

The sky is still cloudy, but the rain has since stopped.

This morning it is Barracuda, a film made in 1978. The director, the writer and the star are all the same person, Wayne Crawford. I guessed the decade of the movie before I looked. The houses are all low slung, a Brady Bunch sort of look. The men’s bathing suits are those striped gym sort of shorts. Women are in bikinis but not so skinny as now. When the barracudas strike, the water is roiled and all you can see is blood, not so special effects. My favorite scene so far is of the mouth of the barracuda with a leg sticking out.

When I was a kid, a rainy Saturday was the worst. I’d beg my mother to let me ride my bike anyway. I usually lost that argument. All four of us stuck inside drove my mother crazy. If I had a book, I’d find a quiet spot and read the afternoon away, but no book meant boredom. TV was the only other diversion but even that got boring. I’d keep checking out the windows hoping the rain had stopped. If it had stopped, I was out the door with bike in hand. Riding after a rainstorm was great fun. I’d ride through every puddle I could, and I’d watch the fan of water spread out from each side of my front tire. I’d raise my legs off the pedals so I wouldn’t get wet.

One of my friends gave me a fold up umbrella as a going away present before I left for Ghana. It was the rainy season there. During the first week of training, I used the umbrella on my walk to language class. When the class was finished, I sat out of the rain to watch it for a while. When I left to go back to my room, I forgot my umbrella. Once I realized, I hurried back. The umbrella was gone. I was upset, but in the long run, it didn’t matter. I never saw anyone carry a rain umbrellas. People either got wet or found a place out of the rain. I sat in a kiosk once, invited by the owner. I was an object of curiosity. Every person walking by looked and I suppose wondered why the white woman was in the kiosk. I always said, “Barka da yamma,” good afternoon in Hausa to each of them. I always got smiles.

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8 Comments on ““Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.””

  1. Bob Cohen Says:

    Hi Kat,

    The storms started in the middle of the night but I missed them while I slept late. The lines of storms have been coming in waves all day and are predicted to continue through the evening. This is he time of year when we get our rain to last us through the hot dry summer months. Thankfully, no severe weather is forecasted with this rain event. Luckily, my son is actually working this afternoon and my daughter is keeping herself busy. Tomorrow should be another beautiful sunny day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      It is still a dark day, totally overcast. It is warm at 55Ėš but the dampness makes it feel colder. It will rain on and off today. Tomorrow is supposed to be sunny. I’ll believe it when I see that sunlight.

      Nothing going on for me this weekend. I could go to the library, but I have a couple of my books left to read. Tomorrow will be the trash. A humdrum Sunday!

  2. Birgit Says:

    Biking through puddles with raised legs is still necessary, not for fun anymore but to avoid cars.
    Sun and snowflakes today.

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      There is a bike path from one end of the cape to the other. I used to ride down Cape to Wellfleet. There are hills then in Orleans the trail is flat through marshes. It has been a long time since I rode my bike.

      Weather is weird everywhere.

  3. olof1 Says:

    No rain here but I think we actually would need some, it is already so dry that I could walk out on the bog and I can’t remember that happening this early in the year. Chilly though even if the sun shines.

    The best was to get out on the bike after a rain on a warm day, I loved the smell of warm asphalt drying up. Like You I always raised my legs but I always got wet anyway šŸ™‚ šŸ™‚

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      It is raining right now. It was so lovely most of the day as I sat out on the deck for quite a while. It will also rain tomorrow. We have plenty of rain we can share with you!@

      I also got wet too, usually from the spray. I could smell the rain coming, the ozone in the air. I liked to watch the steam rise off the sidewalk when it first starts to rain.

      Enjoy your day!!


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