The sound of the rain as it hits the tin roofs is perhaps my favorite sound in the world. It pounds down, reverberating in my bones, interrupting my conversations with it's power during the day, and lulling me to sleep at night.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
rain
In a recent post I said that the rain came mainly in the afternoon. Over the last week that has changed. The rain now seems to come at any time during the way. Which is to say, at any moment it could be raining. When it isn't raining the mist rolls around the hospital like a giant enveloping spirit. It is really quite lovely.
When the rains start, the people run from their rooms to grab their clothes off the bushes where they've been placed to dry. The hallways are crowded with people waiting for the rain to lighten enough to leave the sanctuary of the hospital.
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I have really been enjoying reading and looking through your blogposts, Cristin! Thank you for sharing them. It's the rainy season ("winter" in the old way of talking about it) in El Salvador right now, too. Similar patterns of the humidity building up throughout the day allowing people to work outdoors and then coming to a downpour in the evening, just in time to break up the afternoon soccer game, send homemakers who hadn't gotten the laundry off the fence earlier scurrying to fetch it, providing a refreshing cool break from the heat and a lovely sound on the clay tile roofs. The rainy season is anticipated each year with longing around Easter and so also brings with it Biblical references and what seemed to me to be a Spiritual experience rooted both in nature and in religion.
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