rain down in afrika

So, it's rainy season, and this morning I experienced it full force. I got up and the sky had kind of a funny orange-ish tinge, and then was completely orange, and then the wind started blowing and slamming windows and doors, and then the rain came. In torrents. I watched cartoons with my family for a while, then decided I should try to venture out and bike to language class. And when I opened the front gate, I just started laughing. Like, our road was a river. So my dad suggested that I take a different route, a better route. And I took this new route, and then remembered that I'm terrible at figuring out directions. A dozen wrong turns and forty minutes later, I finally stumbled onto a road that I recognized. I was covered in orange mud, soaked through, and cursing loudly (in between gasps for breath) when I rolled into school. But overall, it was a pretty hilarious adventure, and I will treasure the memory of it always. Or until I realize that this is going to happen to me every week, at which point I'll either invest in some serious waders and galoshes or head home. Pretty much a toss-up.