Rain in Accra Finally--Wash Us Away

This would be my very first random post for the year 2012. I am not writing under dire circumstance, and I don't intend to write for long. I can feel the cold wind already through my louvres. Accra is experiencing rainfall for the first time in 2012, coming on the back of bad memories of floods in the last year. But that is not what is making me write. The Electricity Company of Ghana just took their lights with the coming of the rain. I suppose to intend for me to replace it with thunder and lightning.

I smell the dirt, the smell of dry terracotta rising to my nose as rain drops beat the ground. Then sitting in my room, I imagine bathing in the rain, it beating my clothing, reaching deep under my skin. I am happy it is raining, and I can only imagine is for some surreal reason.

First it was the cock that stirred the air, crowing. But when the rains started violently, I wondered if in 2012, strange things such as fowls would now signal the coming of rain instead of the croaking of frogs. I wondered if it was now nature re-adjusting to human ways instead of the reverse. Would that be good or one of the many acts of humans that lead us to our tombs.

Anyways, it is raining now in Accra finally. Wash us away. Wash away the dreadfully dry harmattan. The dust. And the Woyome-gate.