"There's a storm comin', Ma!" Statement often quoted on the cusp of a thunderstorm. By Americans, not Rwandans…just to clarify.
The rustle of the banana tree leaves. The gentlest of white noise that always makes you think it's sprinkling before it really is. It's like a soothing whisper.
Clanks of metal to metal. A door creaking or a piece of roof that is a tad bit loose. The wind plays with it as it picks up steam, creating the percussion section.
The persistent pounding on the tin roof. So loud you can't hear yourself think. It numbs the mind as it commands attention.
The clamp of thunder. Yes, that could have been directly above your house. The majesty and power reminds you just how minute you are in this world.
The flip flop thuds of Rwandan footsteps as they hustle out of the rain. I love how much Rwandans hate rain and getting wet. It rivals the Wicked Witch of the West.
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I'm melting..........
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