This morning I am behind my time. The day is dark and rainy, a soft rain, a quiet rain. Taking my time to read the paper, to do the puzzles and to enjoy my toast and coffee just seemed the perfect way to appreciate the morning.

The rain started yesterday morning around 3:15. First came the far off rumbling thunder. Lightning was next. The thunder kept getting louder and closer until it was over the house. One rumble shook the house, and we all jumped, Henry, Nala and I. Lighting out the back door lit up the kitchen. When the rain finally came, it was a heavy rain blunting all other sounds. We went to bed with the rain all around us.

Yesterday the rain was intermittent, but it started in ernest last night. It stayed around. The hot days have given way to the cooler rain. It is only 69° right now. The rain will be around all day.

When I was a kid, I loved the heavy summer rain. The water in the gutters was so fast it jumped over rocks and debris as if it were a sort of domestic white water. I’d walk barefoot through the gutter kicking up the water, pounding it with my feet. I’d get soaked.

I loved the rainy season in Ghana. Everything was green, the crops were high and the air was redolent. It rained just about every day, but it never stopped anyone. The market ladies still sold their wares. Farmers worked in their fields. Villagers walked on laterite back roads barely wide enough for one car. Fields with ripening millet and corn lined the sides of the roads. I’d sit outside my front door and watch the rain. I never tired of the rain.

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