It’s crystal clear; the season has changed. Well, if you are in the Abuja, by now you already know. You know that harmattan has come. Which means, the rainy season is over.
So, let me ask. Did you enjoy, like actually enjoy this year's rainy season while it lasted?
Me I did.
One thing (amongst many others) about rainy seasons that I enjoy, that I cannot have enough of; is that I love the sound of rain falling. That sound - whether it is that, the rain is hammering on the roof or that, it is pissing on the roof - I just love to hear it.
I don’t know why but the sound of rain falling makes my surrounding space feel cosier, meaning: I want to sleep, I want to lie-down or sit calmly and relax, I want to imagine, I want to read, I want to drink and smell my home made tea, I want alone time…and so much more.
And so, it is in line with this my love for the sound of rain that this happened to me a few months back. It was in the last weekend in the month of May of this year which I spent at a retreat somewhere in the outskirts of Kaduna State.
Precisely on day two of this amazing retreat, a session of bonding and all was about to wind up as the clouds started to get thicker and darker. This meant rain was about to pour down! And since I was sure I would be back to my lodging in time. I was excited.
At my lodging, first things first. I checked that all windows were closed for the fear of the wind that was about to start blowing. And as I expected; in no time sand, dead debris, leaves, leather bags, sticks, papers, plastics and all-what-not started swirling and jamming themselves in the airstream in a somewhat wild manner, making loud noises.
Nothing abnormal. This type of commotion is typical of most rain that fall at the beginning of the rainy season. So, me I reassured myself, this rain is going to come down. And it will come down any moment soon.
I automatically started prepping my space.
That pillow covered with the beautiful yellowish linen material, the cup that I will put something to drink into…and ah there, that magazine that I have been curious to read which had been carefully placed on the only table in the room. I was happy everything is falling in place as best as it can be.
I was determined to maximize this moment.
Then minutes went by…and more minutes…..and more minutes.
What is happening? I started to wonder. So, I let myself calmly stand up from the bed and go to the window to check. As I pulled the curtains.
What did I see?
Outside; splattering in a rhythm; the rain is pouring down. “What!?” I muttered under my now fast breath. “But inside, there is no sound of rain drops?!”.
I swear, I am sure that in that instant my brain leaped into a couple of spontaneous thoughts within split seconds……until, being the sharp girl that I am. It hit me. This most certainly has to do with something something (forget the details) about the type of roofing material used for the building of the lodge. Indeed! this must be the workings of those materials that muffle the sound of rain drops, those ones that absorb the sound of rain drops.
“Uh-oooooooh!”, I sighed. It was not a sigh of relief. But I pulled the curtain window back in place. And into the couch I went and sank my self joor.
If you ask me today, I don’t quite remember what I did with my time while I waited out the rain. Just maybe I cursed the modern roof, or maybe I hissed a few times or maybe I stared at the lights in the room or I dialed a phone number to talk to a good listener or I started to chat with someone…I don't know. I might have even done everything…to be honest I don’t know. But I know I was disappointed that day.
Although, now I can laugh about the entire drama. But don’t we just have days that no matter what we do, something must just spoil something for us?
Anyways so, if nothing else, I know to not only be thankful for the rainfall this year. But to also be thankful for the many many times that I could hear this year the sound of rain falling on the roof. I say all are blessings.
Let's meet here again,