African rain.

The weather brought my some weird perspective today.

It's been raining for about a week. My general impression of the outside world is "soggy" at the moment.

It's strange though, how here rain here is such a bother.

I miss the days in Kenya where I would sit with a cup of chai tea, listening to the rain pouring on to the metal roof, nothing in the world I would rather be doing. The sound of rain on a mabati roof is the most comforting sound in the world.

African rain is welcomed, because of the hope it brings. There were times when it was so dry, rain drops would make little clouds of dust rise. Farmers rejoice for their crops, people are full of happiness. I remember running through the rain feeling nothing but joy. Rain made everything smell and feel fresh and alive. Birds chirped louder, flowers smelled sweeter, grass felt crisper.

I miss having a simple life.

I miss when people had pure, unadulterated happiness.

I miss the sound of rain on a mabati roof. 

I miss Africa.
Love,
-J-