Oh my goodness, we are so very grateful for the downpour of about 2.5 inches last night! Normally rainy season starts in mid-March, and we had had one good rain and were hopeful, but then everything dried up and was dusty and we were starting to worry about the drought adding to the already heavy food security problems around here. But at about 2:30am, the rain started. It was a slow, soft rain, and started to peter out, and Roy and I both said, “no, please, that’s not enough!!” Then came the mega thunder clap that sent both of us running to unplug our computers (to avoid lightning frying them). AND then came a downpour. By then it was about 3:30am and Roy ran outside to put orchids in the rain and shut our bedroom windows so the rain wouldn’t blow in too bad. Now he was wide awake and excited and talkative, emphasizing each sentence by pounding on the mattress, while I was grateful for the rain and the coolness and wanted to go back to sleep. We debated about what finally caused the rain to come – was it the silly rain dance a couple of us women performed on our routine evening fast walk? Was it because they just finished installing the pump in the well so that water is now in the water tower out at the CEFA property? Was it because of the stepped up prayers for rain? We are thankful that the prayers were answered and now thirsty crops and the people that need to eat them can survive.
