Jesus bring the rain-MercyMe

So I realize that I have not updated on here in a long time. However, I've got a couple that I had written a while ago that for one reason or another, never got put up...so here goes!
This one was written between April 25 and May 13.
Sometimes it seems as though Africans think they are going to melt in the rain. Even the ones who clearly would be perfectly fine if they got a little bit wet, run as if their lives depended on it when the rain starts. The other day while finishing up my bible study for my discipleship group I heard the rain start coming down out of my window. Due to the heat of the day and my love of the smell of cool rain I decided to move my study to underneath the porch outside. It was beautiful for a few moments. A wonderfully calm rain was flowing slyly beneath my feet, but I was sitting back far enough from the ledge not to get wet…so I thought. That’s the thing about the rains here in Kampala, not only can you never tell when they are coming, but because of Lake Victoria being upon us, the breeze changes everything. The rains picked up along with the gusts of wind and before I knew it there were pin sized drops of water all over my book. Nonetheless, I continued my study right inside the door so that I could still admire the rain, but this time at a distance.
A quite memorable experience for me when the rain was not so far away was my boda-boda (motorcycle) ride in the rain. This is such a happy memory for me. I was in town with a friend in the afternoon and we had just left the new (and only) mega shopping center, walking down to catch bodas back home. That’s when the rain started. It was light enough and thought it would be fine. Little did we realize that there were no boda’s at that stage. So, we went on walking down towards the main traffic light where there’s another stage. It started to rain harder, but by that time, we were getting wet and there was no turning back. Eventually we crossed the road and convinced some men to take us back to my apartment for the correct price. Then the beauty came :)
What I saw in the next 10-15 min made me smile so big. Was I wet? Yes. Was I cold? Yes. Did the rain sting like needles? Yes. Did it really matter? Nope, not at all. Quite refreshing really. Here’s why. There were little kids playing and jumping in the rain, even some of them stripping down to their birthday suits to bathe in the puddles. Some of them stopped to scream and laugh at the muzungus riding bodas in the rain. The shopkeepers were standing in their open doors watching the world pass by. Women walked hunched over with their shawls meagerly covering their heads. The other people who were ‘stuck’ on a boda in the rain looked like turtles trying to hide behind their driver.
While the chill was just starting to overwhelm me, the exhaust from the cars passing by warmed me up. I had thought about putting my own shawl over my head, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. In fact, I kept finding myself wiping my eyes so that I could get better glimpses of the world surrounding me in that joyous moment of love that God gave me. I somehow wish that I had had my camera on me, but at the same time, there would have been no way to capture the experience that I had.
We arrived home safely and oddly enough, I was sad that the moment was over. I don’t know why the experience hit me so hard. The earth seems to become new after the rain comes. The air is crisp and has a marvelous smell. The rain slowed significantly as I walked up to my door, and I took in a deep breath to have the moist chill fill my lungs.