During our worship time the other night we sang “Let It Rain.” The lyrics go like this, “Open the floodgates of heaven, let it rain, let it rain.” Apparently, God was listening because yesterday, it rained. No, it didn’t rain, it poured.
When Becca and I left for the market is was a wonderful sunshiny 70 degrees with blue skies. The weather was a tad bit different by the time we left the market. The rains here are about as sudden as that feeling you get when the alarm clock goes off in the morning and you feel like you just fell asleep.
Becca and I were walking back from the market and right as we reached our road, it began to rain cats and dogs. Literally, dog-sized raindrops were hitting me in the face. Naturally, every person ran for cover. Have I mentioned how the world stops here when it rains? Well, it does. Everyone just runs under the awnings of the shops and stands there until the rain stops. We considered it, but decided it was such a short walk home. And, I’m from the Northwest, this kind of stuff is like child’s play. I forgot that I am usually equipped with my waterproof rain jacket and my longest walk is usually from my house to the cafeteria. We were soaked by the time we reached our gate, but we had arrived home and now we could get out of the rain and into our house, right? Wrong.
We waited at our gate, but nobody was coming to unlock it. Our guard, Alphonse, was being a baby and hiding from the rain. Lindsey finally came and opened the gate soaked to the core and with a big grin on her face. That’s when I knew that we weren’t hiding from this rain anytime soon.
So we played. We played like little children. We ran around and danced and played football and had our own little slip and slide on the tile. We tried to get Alphonse (the one who wouldn’t even come answer the gate earlier) to come join us, but he just laughed and looked at us like we were crazy. His uncertainty didn’t last long though. After laughing at our craziness for a few minutes he came out and joined in on our childish fun. He later said that we were like a little brother asking to go out and play in the rain. I’m not going to argue with that.
As much as I have grown and learned during my time here, Africa has brought out my inner child. It’s grand.