Dry windows.
We have been waiting on the rain for a few weeks. It’s been a little dry and dusty. And the temperatures have risen slightly from their near-perfect degree. Sometime around this time of year, we make the transition between dry season and rainy season. People will begin planting when the rains come, and then it will be time to wait for the crops to grow and food to become plenty once again.
Last night, Mark and I woke up to the sound of wind and rain. We jumped out of bed and began closing our bedroom windows to keep puddles from forming beneath them. After all the windows were closed we climbed back into bed. But it still felt as if it was raining inside the room!
There are ventilation bricks positioned above the windows, which are not closable. Realizing that the ventilation bricks were the inlet for the shower, we moved the bed into the very center of the floor, and climbed in once again. Because the wind was so strong, we still felt the pitter-patter of rain drops on our faces. We pulled the covers over our heads and then began an almost uncontrollable laughter. It was like camping at home. A leaky tent–a leaky window.
And we finally fell asleep to the sound of a hefty wind and hard rain as it brought nourishment to the earth.
