a land of a thousand hills

It's 2:26 pm on a Friday afternoon, and I find myself unable to concentrate because of the rainstorm that has descended upon Kigali. The white puffy clouds and clear blue sky that was here only minutes ago has disappeared, and in its place, a sheet of rain has turned the city gray.

Since I arrived in Rwanda over a month ago, this is only the third rainstorm that has occurred. Our mini dry season must be coming to an end, since the last two rainstorms have been within the past two weeks. The weather affects everything, as it did in Uganda. And rightly so. There is no ability to fight the weather. Streets become flooded, moto transportation stop. What can one do when nature decides to act?

As I think about the unpredictability of life, and the insignificant amount of control in our lives that we have, I notice that the rain is slowly ceasing. The hill across the street that was completely invisible is now demanding its rightful place and its right to be seen. It is no longer covered by the sheet of gray; instead, there is an emergence of colors. Vibrant reds, greens, yellows and whites are now visible, creating shapes and sizes that the human eye identifies as houses and buildings.

Rain paves the way for sunshine.
Sometimes, in life, it just takes a bit of confusion to create clarity.