it’s just raining
The person who coined the phrase, “when it rains, it pours” was standing in Uganda during rainy season, I’m sure of it.
Rain at home is synonymous with inconvenience and disarray. Leaving the house in Canada while rain poured often instilled a very prominent feeling of irritation. Making your way up the street and to the crowded bus stop, you could almost feel, no less, hear the audible sigh of melancholy from your fellow transit riders.
Walking along the perfectly moulded sidewalks, obstacles introduced themselves in the form of inconveniently placed puddles, or, my personal grievance, dodging irresponsible umbrella owners.
At work, in a cubicle nowhere near a window, it was easy to forget about the gloomy weather after shrugging off damp coats and sodden shoes.
You couldn’t forget about the rain in Uganda, even if you made it your life’s goal. The drops of heavy, persistent water fall like pellets on tin roofs, deafening you from your surroundings. Having a telephone call during the worst of a storm is equatable to having a one-on-one conversation during a raging concert: not impossible, but the chances of your message being properly received remains unlikely. Rain leaks through infrastructure from initially overlooked holes and slits, pools of water flood into the crooks of doorways, finding any crack or slanted gaping an open invitation. No one seems overly concerned by these newly formed indoor waterfalls.
There’s something serene about this. There is no melancholy, there is no audible sigh, or negative emotional reaction as if the weather has been sent to you, personally, out of spite from some higher being. No one is distressed they may have stepped on a spider to bring about this misfortune.
It’s just raining.
Commuters still make their way to destinations with leisure, despite their obstacles being far more challenging: deep crevices, that when pooled with rain water are deceptively shallow, unmarked walking areas that blend into the road and not so diligent boda boda drivers swerving through jams of traffic. The office door still remains open with a spectacular view of rain falling in heavy sleets, persistent. And while the commute may take a little longer and the work day may start a little later, there’s no hiding from the rain here.