“Let the rain kiss you, Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops, Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”

The rain is heavy and loud. I heard it as soon as I woke up. The dogs balked about going out into the rain. Nala poked her head out the dog door then she backed into the house. Henry ran out, his need greater than his dislike of the rain. When I went to get the paper, I was pummeled by the rain. I put up my hood. It did little good.

Despite the rain, I need to go out to pick up a few essentials like cat food, cream for my coffee and something to sweeten my day. I’m thinking anything chocolate. I was going to the dump, but today is not a dump day. It is not even a going out day, but I haven’t any choice.

When I was a kid, a rainy day was the worst. I hated walking to school and getting wet. My shoes and socks got the wettest. They were usually soaked. I left footprints when I walked in my socks.

In Ghana, during the dry season, we used to joke about the weather, the same weather we got every day, hot and dry. Many mornings, we’d look at the sky and say it looks like rain. We did it in all seriousness even though we were kidding. We knew, of course, that rain was months away.

The first rain storms after the dry season were spectacular. Small bushes were bent to the ground by the fierceness of the wind, a sign of the rain to come. The sky darkened for the first time in months. It really did look like rain. The drops came in waves. Lightning struck right in front of my house. The road through the school ended at the back gate, by my house. It was a dirt road. It only took one storm for the heavy rain to cause crevices through the dirt. The rain ran like a river through those crevices and turned the dirt to mud. The mud slid.

I loved having a whole season of rain. Unless it was torrential, it never stopped me. I walked to the classroom block. I walked through the market in the rain. In Bolga, being wet was short lived. After the rain, the sun came back, and it was hot. I dried in no time.

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2 Comments on ““Let the rain kiss you, Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops, Let the rain sing you a lullaby.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hello Kat,

    The low temperature got down to 25° this morning and the sun is shining brightly. Whatever melts if the temperature reaches 32° this afternoon will re-freeze tonight. Without cloud cover the low by morning is forecasted down to 13°. So far the power has stayed on. I haven’t left the house nor have I dressed since Wednesday. I’m not going anywhere and working from home.

    We are behind in rainfall by about 3 inches for the new year. We’re in drought conditions. Living in the tropics means two seasons annually, wet and dry. Youth seems more able to adapt to various climates than old codgers. As we age we tend to get stuck in ruts.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      This morning it was warm but we are down to 35˚ with a winemaking it colder. We got a warning from the police chief about roads turning to ice covered as it gets colder.

      I left the house only to the vets. I did have a couple of errands to do, but I decided I wanted go home. I ordered a few groceries to be delivered.

      I lived in the part of the country with the most intense weather, the hottest in the country. Few Ghanaians traveled north.My driver only first trip back had never been up north He was surprised there were few trees. He didn’t expect savannah grass land.


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