it's raining

Here in the heat of Africa's warm heart I'm watching the long awaited rain begin to fall. It's been almost a month since there was any real rain here in my small part of the world. 

It's gentle, the rain the mornings tends to be, it's falling softly and steadily and it's easing my sadness. 

Afternoon rain is heavier, more urgent, it's responding to the heat of the day. That was my tears yesterday. Now my tears are morning tears.