Go. We're in our rainy season. It started very late, but it's finally upon us. It rained quite a bit today; the sky blanketed in a dreary gray and shedding tears on a dry and weary land.
Africa is weeping.
It weeps for its people. It weeps for all that's been lost. It weeps for all that could be.
It weeps for Natalie leaving. It weeps for me.
The earth is springing to life. Everyday I notice more and more green; the ground is coming alive again. It's truly a beautiful sight.
Dreary days like we had today make me want to curl up on my comfortable couch with a cozy blanket, a hot frothy beverage, and a good book. Or a loved one.
I could do none of that today. Hopefully soon.