Dancing Raindrops

There is something incredible about rain, life renewing, replenishing, and sometimes just all around fun.

This afternoon, just when we were ready to delve into a budget, the African rain started pouring. When I saw the raindrops pounding Lake Kivu beyond, I couldn’t help but put budgets on hold and convince my equally crazy colleague to join me for a swim in the rain. As was advised from my recent Dove chocolate, that I brought to share with said colleagues, “Well behaved women rarely make history”.

We dove right in and swam way out into the lake. The rain drops were dancing on the lake in the most incredible fashion. I wish I could share the mental photo that I took.

I actually met one of my best friends, who now lives in Costa Rica, while swimming in the pouring rain in college. We were both crazy enough to run down and jump the fence for a night swim. Even for Oregon it was an exceptionally hard rain, and I recall floating on my back with the rain pouring down on my stomach. Incredible.

In my last trip to Kigali I also had a pretty amazing experience with rain. If you forget about the fact that it was raining so hard that you couldn’t see the road itself, nor the pedestrians scampering for drier ground, or the possibility of being another statistic of vehicles plunging to their demise (we had already passed on about an hour before) – then the rain itself was incredible.

In the headlights, the rains was coming down in such incredible silver sheets that I was mesmerized by them while I tried to forget about my possible near death.

Another favorite global rain experience was my arrival into Kuala Lumpur, where the rain was vibrant against the mesmerizing Petronas Towers. I think that is why I fell in love with a skyscraper, or maybe it was just the rain.

What adventures do you have in the rain?

Miel