The Dry Season

My plan for this afternoon, so you know, was to walk merrily around Ukarumpa taking pictures of all the odd signs I could find.  I was then going to compile the best of them and present them to you here.  I had even come a title: Signs, Signs, Everywhere Signs – in honor of my Pa, who sings that song as often as he remembers it.

But it was not to be.  You see, I had quite forgotten that it’s the Dry Season here in Papua New Guinea, which means there’s about a 50% chance of rain every day – and today was a particularly drizzly one.

The morning started off misting (the sort of weather, as one of my friends says, that feels like God is spitting on us), but by mid-afternoon, everyone had their umbrellas out.

Everyone, that is, except me – and anyone else whose Tok Pisin is so poor they accidentally told their yard man he could take their umbrella for himself (yes, it’s true).  It never did pour too hard though, and by the end of the day, my water-reader (I’m sure that’s the official term) read two inches – which gives me high hopes for the wet season.

The rain, so you know, continues even now.

A few of you have asked me how I feel about all this rain, day in and day out – and truth be told, I couldn’t be more pleased.  I’ve always been a fan of the rain, actually.  Perhaps I have an undiscovered psychological disorder, but rain (dare I say it) actually cheers me up.

I love falling asleep and waking up to the soft static of rain hitting the leaves and roof.  I love standing in the rain at the end of the day when it no longer matters if my clothes get wet.  I love the cool air that usually comes along with it, especially in the mountains (today, for a brief moment, I could have sworn I caught the scent of Colorado).

Perhaps, when the Wet Season does come, and it really does rain every day, I will recant all of what I’ve said here and wish for nothing but bright, sunny days for months on end.  But now, as I sit back, and I listen to crickets chirping and water dripping, I think of the mountains back home, and I can do no other but thank Him for another lovely night to build a fire.

9 thoughts on “The Dry Season

  1. I see you have a copy of “Piers the Plowman” on your wood-burning stove. We have just finished reading that in British Literature :)

  2. I agree completely with your good sentiments about rain. I’m glad you’re enjoying it! What a cozy last picture, too. Is this video from some childhood phenomenon that I managed to miss entirely? (I wouldn’t be surprised at all if it was…)


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