The welcoming of rain
This morning, I woke up to the sound of rain.
I live in a part of the country that has a reputation for being ¨colder¨. Cold here in Colombia is relative. Basically, it means that it is not 75 and sunny all year round.
I was here in Jericó exactly two years ago, and I remember complaining that it was too cold.
The other day, I complained it was too hot and unseasonably dry. That is until this morning. For the past few days, the sky has been wanting to rain.
I often hear the far-off sounds of thunder. The cows lying down — they, too, were expecting rain.
For those of you who don’t know, those of us who grew up near or in Appalachia, you can call it superstition or an old wives’ tale.
It goes like this:
¨if all the cows are lying down, a storm is brewing¨
Two days ago, I saw them all lying down, and it finally happened.
It is still drizzling outside. I am hoping the rains continue for the next few days. I have never had to water my garden in Colombia, which is notoriously…
