[31 Days] Day 11 Wake

Nights at the beginning of rain season were the best.
I lay awake breathing quietly. 
Waiting. 
Listening to the soothing sound of crickets in the dark. 
Sometimes a gecko would come along,too.
And then it came. 
There it was. 
Soft and quiet at first. 
The first rain after many months of drought, empty water tanks and yellow grass.
That sound of rain drops on the iron sheet roof was like music in my ears. 
And even as the rain got stronger and was beating hard I felt safe and cozy.

I still enjoy the sound of rain.
Even though my roof now is made of bricks and doesn’t make the drops resound like drums. 
But I also wake sometimes and remember friends in Uganda who live in huts with straw roofs and for whom every rain could entail the danger that their house might be washed away.