“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” 

I don’t know what time it was, but the three of us, the two dogs and I, were awakened by rolling thunder off in the distance. As the thunder moved closer and closer, it got louder and louder until one clap, the loudest of all, cracked right over the house. Nala raised her head so I talked to her and patted her so she was fine. Henry didn’t seem to mind. The thunder brought the rain, a heavy, pounding rain against the house and windows, and that was the last thing I heard before I fell back to sleep. Today will be hot, 77˚, but it is only 68˚right now and damp and cloudy. The air feels close. Nothing is moving. The clouds will stay around or at least some of them will. The sun won’t make an appearance. She will be missed.

When I was a kid, I loved riding my bike after a rainstorm. I’d ride through the biggest puddles, always the ones closest to the curb, and watch the waves rise on each side of my bike. As I rode through, I’d lift my feet off the pedals and spread wide my legs hoping not to get too wet, but in the scheme of things, I never really minded wet sneakers.

Sometimes, when the rain was especially gentle, I’d stay outside. I always thought the rain was glorious. I’d spread my arms and spin. My clothes would get wet, but wet always dried.

My first rainy season in Ghana was amazing. No rain had fallen in months. Nothing had grown. The fields were empty. All the stalks of millet and corn had been burned away at the end of the rainy season. Everything was dry. The roads were dusty, and lorries were surrounded by trails of dust as they moved along the back roads. The market had only tomatoes and onions, but the market always had tomatoes and onions despite the season. I can still see in my mind’s eye the first rains, tremendous rains which flooded the hard, unpaved roads and made travel difficult, but the rain fell day after day, sometimes twice a day. The roads softened, and the fields were fit for planting. I could look beyond the wall of my house and see the farmers in the compounds behind me bending over, planting their seeds in rows. Outside the front gate of the school was another compound. That was where I saw the miracle, a bonafide miracle. Small, bright green shoots began to appear. Where there had been nothing was now filled with new growth. It was as if a wand had been passed over the fields and the crops had magically appeared.

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4 Comments on ““The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ”

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    I wish you could send some of your rain in our direction. We are getting close to your description of the dry season in Ghana. The great drought continues.

    Wow! No one around these parts considers 77° hot. That a pleasant spring afternoon. Today, once again the temperature at five o’clock is 100°. That’s hot! Out in West Texas it’s even hotter. Coming home from work the radio reported high temperatures between 105° and 108° in El Paso which is in the northern part of the Senora desert.

    You must be feeling better because you didn’t once mention your injury. Hopefully, you are in the home stretch of the healing process.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      The powers that said we are in near drought conditions so the watering is assigned by days. For many people who have wells, they are careful all the time with water consumption.

      The weather is relative so today was ugly hot at 78˚. We don’t usually get that hot until August. Even the dogs were panting. I need to put the screens in the doors. That will go on my to do list.

      The swelling is down, but it is still quite painful even to touch. The mornings and evenings are when its really hurts. The days aren’t too bad.This is only week 3 of 6 weeks.

  2. Christer. Says:

    I’ve been knocked out by the cold but today it feels like I’m on my way back to life again 🙂

    Sunny weather and rather nice to be honest, we barely reach 68 but that’s enough for me, especially since having a cold. The occasional shower passes by and that’s ok with me because then I don’t have to water anything in the garden 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      I’m sorry you’re still sick but I’m glad recovery is close. I hate colds in the spring!

      I still have a painful leg and more pain at the top of my foot at the ankle. I drove to Hyannis yesterday so it hurts today.

      The day stayed nice and it stayed hot too, but, now, at 6:15, it is pleasant and cooler. My garden water hasn’t been turned on yet so I’m glad for the rain.

      Take care of yourself!!


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