I was on the phone with my girlfriend the other night, talking about rain, among other things. She lives just north of San Francisco which recently set a personal best in the "Most Days of Rain in one Month" category, scoring an impressive 25 out of 31. Over the last few weeks we've talked a number of times about the joys of near continuous rainfall, and she's pretty well convinced that moving from the Bay Area is a must. On the night in question, however, we somehow started talking about the children we sponsor and I started reading a letter to her from Elijah who lives in Isiolo, Kenya. The letter stated, in a 13-year old's broken English (which is much better than my Swahili will ever be) that "the rain has taken about one year without raining. So the drought is very bad this time, but we pray to God because He is giving us our daily bread." Amazing. One year without rain, and for us a few days in a row seems unbearable. I'm not giving my girlfriend a hard time, by the way...she was much quicker than I to point out the amazing disparity between how we view rain here and how they view it 9500 miles away in Kenya. The great thing is that the very next morning I was reading the news and an
article entitled "Heavy rain in drought-hit Kenya" lept off the screen. Incredible.