The rains are coming...

I'm sitting on the floor of my room of my compound. I'm writing this at dusk, by the crack of light of my tarp-covered window. Outside it is storming and I mean the works, gail wind, hail and fat rain. The noise is incredible.

I've never been so afraid to be inside than now. The tin roof is held down by rocks and I basically feel as if I'm waiting to be electrocuted. I refuse to turn on my flashlight, camera or anything for fear of attracting unwanted electrical attention from the sky. No wonder Ghanaian are so afraid of rain and storms.

Any second now the roof could fly away. Dorothy in Kansas comes to mind. Fortunately, I have a dry shelter and rice in my belly.

Everytime there's a flash I stop and check to see I'm alive.

The rains bring some relief to such a blistering hot day of 38degrees. Tomorrow, I'll wake up and the farms will be filled with people, eager to take advantage of the cool weather and moist soil.