Rain

Everything went black, and to the beat of a thousand minute drums going 'pitter-patter' the rainy season came to Accra last night. Hitesh told me to grab my shoes and we ran out to the yard to pull things in from the lawn. As we stepped back under the eaves there was a sound like paper tearing and a great, heavenly bucket was emptied somewhere far above. Nils and I of course stood like grinning idiots under the torrential downpour.