The rainy season has begun. Long gone are the dusty dry days under the African sun, and in its place, the humid and muggy afternoons. It has been raining pretty frequently at night for the last 2 weeks, but today as we sat eating dinner we could see the storm clouds coming in across the city. As all ship bound people do, we headed to the top deck to watch the storm roll in. It’s quite the site, so many people standing outside gaping at the sky. It felt so communal and so strikingly familiar, similar to what you would find on front porches of every small town across America. Kids and adults of various nationalities, united to watch the glorious rain. The powerful surges of rain were dancing across the water, and pouncing in the distance. It was one of those moments you could never capture on film, too beautiful for even the finest cameras. We ran around playing for awhile, even turning the top deck into a slip and slide. (which I am unashamed to say was more for the adults than the kids) As this place returns to the rainy season, it too is yet another reminder of all that has happened during our time here. We came to Guinea in the very tail end of the rainy season, and have spent nine months in the lush green that is it’s offspring. As we prepare to leave this coming weekend the locals are gearing up for another long rainy season to enter. It’s just another tangible reminder that there is a season for everything in life, and for Guinea, this season is full of beautiful rain.
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