Change is Slow, except with weather

It seems like life here is slow moving. Things just happen in their own time. Buses rarely leave on time. Traveling takes a long time. There are benches everywhere, since it's assumed that there's always something that you'll be waiting for. The one thing that isn't slow is change in weather.

The sky was sunny yesterday, the sun was hot, and rain seemed to be no where to be seen. I could hear the distant thunder and it sounded pretty big. Those long drawn out thunders, none of this thunder clap business. This is more of a stone echoing in a well type of thunder. And it sounded big, but the sky was clear and there were no clouds on the horizon. So we judged that it was safe to walk to town to get supplies.

Now, I like to think that I'm well adjusted to the heat here. But maybe during this rainy season I've gone soft, because I was dying in the heat yesterday. I must have forgotten what the hot season is going to feel like or maybe I've just gotten used to not sweating constantly. The sun yesterday was brutal, the type where I wish I could try and actually fry an egg on the ground. So we did our rounds in the market, greeting our friends, talking with the ladies, buying our few supplies to last us 2-3 days until we make the trek back to town again.

We were feeling like a good meal, so we went to the cold store to see if there was any chicken available. Of course, Mohammed wasn't at his store. Seems like he rarely is, he just likes to keep the door open to tempt us to walk over there. A new cold store opened in town that was pass by if we walk the longer way home, so we figured we'd give that store a chance. All the while, the sun is still brutal and I'm debating if walking in the sun is worth getting chicken....it was.

By the time we make it junction that holds the cold store and the turn off to our house (about 10 mins) the sky has become a giant yin-yang sign. On our right side are massive thunder clouds and on our left a clear sunny day. The clouds had yet to block the sun, so even though there was an imminent threat of a downpour, I could probably still fry an egg on the ground.

Half way down the turn off to our house, the down pour starts, just 5 mins into the walk. How does it go from over 100 to pouring cold rain? By the time we knew it was going to rain, we also knew that we wouldn't make the walk back to our house dry. It was still an enjoyable walk (and maybe even more so) home in the rain.